B Boy on Wax - Wax Tailor, Mattic

When the big dogs gather and snap their jaws

With big boss matters this cat is lost

Left with low batteries acting soft

For a starter I have a beef with some vegetables

I go gazpacho on them like a tap dancer

Suckers caught running put them in ambulances

Advancing elephants leaving big tracks

Ain’t clearing them Linus leave 'em on wax

While Label rats crying in their coco puffs

Untouchable like Alfred Nobel grub

Making hits screaming «hold them up!»

And go gold rushing for Chernobyl stuff

On girls lips like lip gloss always

Shining like the LEDs on my SP all day

Game is sick, need of rescue and first aid

Our shit spinning your hat and your jersey

Suckers trying to step to the up most elevated

Boogie B dope shit I medicate it

Take two of these and stop calling

I only rock mics when my tummy starts growling

Wrarr!

Wrarr!

I hit 'em in the eye socket

Rappers so played out like a game of croquet

I hit the crates for the boom shit

And can’t really care if label dudes approve it

On a quest to destroy rap

They say yall is the future but chere are the droids at?

C3-P0 see me be yo

Boogie B you get freaky flows

Loops I choose to get III on

Wax Tailor hold me down with the real strong

Grooves with the soul intact, you feel the boom the bap

'Cause we sampled that!

If we see a cigarette butt we picking it up

Now you wanting my money man you tripping and stuff

Looking for the breaks and digging them up

It’s the life that we know and we living it up

If we see a cigarette butt we picking it up

Now you wanting my money man you tripping and stuff

Looking for the breaks and digging them up

It’s the life that we know and we living it up!