I Got It

Lyrics

[Intro: Wax] If you listenin' to this at a low volume Just hit skip, skip this song Otherwise turn it up Yo [Verse 1: Wax] You lose, I'm the best Your crew's a snooze fest My style was hatched inside of a cuckoo's nest I could choose to rest on my laurels Sit back, sip yak, and smoke Dorals But I always seem to have something to get off my chest And these words pop in my head, it is genetics I guess And plus, rappers are pathetic at best, I must say I'm surprised they put that shit on public display It's as if they don't try, they just sorta slide by With the sorta rhymes I would be mortified by Ayy, ayy Them bars that you cherish Make me wanna ask you "Aren't you embarrassed?" To get familiar with the type of joy my vocals spark Take off work today and go walk in your local park I'm like the melody of a meadow lark, soothing (Ah) The catalyst of a mood swing, bitch [Chorus: Wax] I got it Yeah, yeah If I got beats I ain't goin' nowhere Mothafucka, I got it Yes, yes You ain't never heard a mothafucka this fresh Little homie, I got it Yeah, yeah If I got beats I ain't goin' nowhere Don't worry about it Yes, yes You ain't never heard a mothafucka this fresh [Verse 2: Wax] Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn My show sells so well I gotta play again I do play to win Judge me like you Ruth Bader Ginsburg The exhilarating words that I write Make your mental device release endorphins It's like parental advice, I might offend orphans Buried in your frickin' seratonin (Uh) Card carryin' barbarian, been compared to Conan, I Listen to rap snootily like I'm wine tasting Usually come to the conclusion that I'm time wasting "Is it over yet?", lookin' at my watch Am I not sober yet? I could go for another scotch Wanna bet like Midler You greener than The Riddler If the roof's on fire then I'm hotter than the fiddler You a fuckin' thumb twiddler I take action Insert photo of my face captioned [Chorus: Wax] I got it Yeah, yeah If I got beats I ain't goin' nowhere Mothafucka, I got it Yes, yes You ain't never heard a mothafucka this fresh Little homie, I got it Yeah, yeah If I got beats I ain't goin' nowhere Don't worry about it (Woo!) Yes, yes You ain't never heard a mothafucka this fresh [Verse 3: Jarv] Alright yo, check it out right here, let's go Ooh yes, I confess, I'm blessed I got a Pinesol sheen and a lemony zest Hella finesse, breath Colgate, Crest aqua fresh Like a Dead Kennedys patch on the back of a denim vest I'm badass Tell me who fi gwan test? I'm hotter than droppin' Polliwogs on your mom's chest (Uh) We can Netflix and chill And then we can have sex to my VHS box set of Faces of Death Ayo bet I'm maniacal when I be bustin' My style's mad retarded 'cause I've had four concussions (Uh) Holdin' my nuts, scoldin' a punk is how I function If you don't know my name Let's end with an introduction J is for juvenile A is for asinine asshole R's for ridiculous ass flows V is for very, very, very, very dope If you didn't know guts, now you know, mothafucka [Chorus: Wax] I got it Yeah, yeah If I got beats I ain't goin' nowhere I got it Yes, yes You ain't never heard a mothafucka this fresh 'Cause I got it Yeah, yeah (Ayy) If I got beats I ain't goin' nowhere Don't worry about it Yes, yes You ain't never heard a mothafucka this fresh