Wax - Reborn lyrics

[Intro] A lot of backyard barbecuers use gas because of its convenience. However, professional barbecuers prefer to use charcoal because it adds such a rich and smoky taste to the meat [Wax] Well I appreciate your advice expert guy. Especially considering the fact that I'm having a barbecue today! Cooking some meat, inviting some friends, over to eat. Gonna be a good time [Verse 1] Voted as the best in the asylum My words can cause damage like I'm texting while I'm driving Not the type when I get festive to get violent But I'll beat you puppets down like my Mexican compadres do Ahead of ya like hal-le-lu My crew put in work and we rendezvous At a bar on Lankershim sippin' Acresine I used to wanna takeover I had that banker's dream You know that speech where you thank God then thank your team? At a major league-themed award show they say is esteemed I know now it ain't as great as it seems I'm singing la la la la la [Verse 2] I can't sing but I'll still try 'Cause one day I will die And according to sk**ed scientists like Bill Nye It's not true that I will fly onto a hill high In a angel-filled sky where everything is amazing So while I'm still here I add melody when I say things I tap into that heaven that is part of us If you ain't found it yet then you must not be looking hard enough I get it started up and I do not think it's a head trip I heard a voice and I listened when it said sh** That's why I'm based in Hollywood like I'm Frederick's To entertain should be in my name like it is in Cedric's My brain is such a powerful thing It's connected to the gods by a powerful string There's a phone on either side it's really loud when it rings And the message of a melody it bountifully brings Then I sing it to a crowd and it sings it back to me Except for the rappers in the back who just act snooty The few who adore it consider it euphoric Whether deep or soph*moric, my people are all for it So the verdicts either spill out or it's a hung jury Whether I will k** the game like Dude from Kung Fury When I sing my sh** I make sure it's sung surely like la la la la la [Verse 3] I feel like I'm being reborn My brain was the consistency of cream corn Cold soul drinking whiskey just to keep warm Without power like how Jesus had his sheep shorn They sleep on me they can keep snoring The internet brought me to the world like I'm free p**n Rappers keep boring me Your girl must be 4 out of 5 dentists, she always recommends oral B Sometimes I rap morbidly like a 450 pound dude storming the beaches at Normandy at war then he drowns But right now I'm just adoring the sound of my own voice Speaking of which [Verse 4] My voice is a penis and the beat is a vagina The love that we make is the sweetest of its kind, uh You can't bring me down I'm too high bruh You can't alter my course, I've made my mind up My inner light is like them psychedelic northern ones My inner child is like them stage mom performer ones My deepest thoughts are some widely a**orted ones Future generations will be thankful I recorded them I write under the California sun like Jim Morrison A normal summer day I meditate until the chorus come The universe is enormous and forces one to feel it A break from the real sh** we deal with If you a lyric fan I'm your spirit animal My next mixtape will be accompanied by a hymnal Used to wait for the machine like the gym full Now I keep it simple No need to infil-trate That side of depression with your dinner plate was not what you expected like when you meet your Tinder date Yeah the picture's great But something isn't right Life's unfiltered lucky strikes not a Winston light One who went to Princeton might see a different sight when they viewing me They may be new to tomfoolery Allow me to say one more verse real stupidly [Verse 5] A common question I'm asked is when and where I'm at Real soon I'll be back to take care of that More tales from the road like I'm kerouac p**y on the road like a feral cat Disperse through the hearse where my harems at Around my house is where your b**hes running errands at I'm too dumb for you to bother me But still the most scholarly shopper on a shopping spree at the Dollar Tree I'd hate to have to follow me because the greats fathered me I'm on my own island and I run this sh** with sovereignty How could you not see the god in me?