Professional Rap Wax (Ft. Dumbfoundead & Herbal T)

[Chorus]
Y'all remain in the box while we step out of it
The crowd love it, we do too we proud of it
We don't half-ass nothing we come hard every time
Every beat, every song, every bar, every line
It's so hard to define, I don't know why y'all try
It can't be fathomed by the mind of a small fry
But you can take a lesson in that
Sit back, shut your trap while professionals rap

[Verse 1: Wax]
Ain't nobody spittin' tighter
Crowds are gettin' hyper
I been rippin' cyphers
Since y'all were shittin' diapers
You Little Tike bikers with training wheels on them
Y'all dogs paddling, we Navy Seals frogmen
In aqua fatigues
You are not in our league
You're a lesser breed
Follow the professor's lead
Smart people sit intent at their desk
But most of y'all dummies are content with F's
You little toddlers
Sheep flock followers
Deep cock swallowers
We pop thermometers
E drops the melancholy
He rocks ominous beat chops
The butcher from the methodic meat shop
Where you can buy sound by the pound
If you're clowning around then sit the fuck down
Homeboy, this ain't amateur night
So keep your hands off the mic if you can't handle it right, fool