Air Timpani

Lyrics

[Intro: Wax] Elements, this beat is off the effin' chain, music Yeah, throw your hands up Herbal T, throw you motherfucking hands up EOM, put your goddamn hands up D-Pryde, put them motherfucking hands up East coast, put your goddamn hands up West coast, put your motherfucking hands up Midwest, dirty south, throw your hands up Whole world, hands up, come on [Verse 1: Wax] Feeling like I was possessed by the devil A misled mind of a desperate rebel Tryna get money but I'm going about it all wrong Day in and day out I'm pumping out a raw song Tryna to give y'all a small touch of the realness Tryna show all of you ducks what the deal is Couldn't give two fucks if you feel this I'm already hungry, what's another meal missed? Concerto of a growling stomach Trying to out-climb us and you bound to plummet We just lounge on the summit, overlooking all the peasants Laughing at how they ain't even aware of our presence And with every sentence, the march gets louder And drowns out all the remarks of a doubter Yeah, let 'em all speak hate, tell 'em all get a plate Let 'em all eat cake, bitch [Chorus: Wax] Make way for the symphony We got a short supply of sympathy When EOM drops the beat, man, it's history Fuck a guitar, we playing air timpani, ayo Make way for the symphony We got a short supply of sympathy When EOM drops the beat, man, it's history Fuck a guitar, we do it like dum dum dum dum [Verse 2: Wax] Ouch, dagger to the heart I've demonstrated swagger from the start I moonwalked out of the uterus onto the table Me and Herbs did the Kid-N-Play before they put us in the cradle Your boy is not stable Fresh off the pot like a boiling hot ladle I'm old school, fucker, ya boy just got cable And I ain't even trying to join the top labels 'Cause I ain't trying to be something I ain't Lick my taint, you can feel me like dry paint Yeah, 'cause it's a well known thing That every song these days is a cell phone ring And sometimes I wish I'd try to sell those things But it's alright like the Saved by the Bell opening, man I pull a reference out my ass like a dingleberry Simile samurai, words of Mike Singletary [Chorus: Wax] Make way for the symphony We got a short supply of sympathy When EOM drops the beat, man, it's history Fuck a guitar, we playing air timpani, ayo Make way for the symphony We got a short supply of sympathy When EOM drops the beat, man, it's history Fuck a guitar, we do it like dum dum dum dum [Verse 3: D-Pryde] I rip strong, spitted on shit songs Bitch, your shit's wrong, I'm ill like Kim Jong Listen, check, you be lying when spittin' reps Talkin' 'bout your click-and-clack, shut it, man, that shit is wack I don't think we're on the same page I'd light you on fire and bring you back in the same stage I still kill, and you better get your necklace checked You're better off to ask Rihanna for an S.O.S I spit dreck and I'm all day, mate Spittin' lines at your eyes like Kanye's shades Check it, a live wire, yes, I'm a fly diver My lyrics are the shit concentrated on, high fiber You're stressed and bitchin', homie, I think you're best to listen Rest and churn right before I deck you in your digestive system You better listen and you better pay homage And haters, you get the rectal thermometer, motherfucker [Chorus: Wax] Make way for the symphony We got a short supply of sympathy When EOM drops the beat, man, it's history Fuck a guitar, we playing air timpani, ayo Make way for the symphony We got a short supply of sympathy When EOM drops the beat, man, it's history Fuck a guitar, we do it like dum dum dum dum