Wax Lewis and Clark song lyrics

With the clique, just another day

Drink in my cup and I'm feeling okay

Just killed a 30-pack, got another on the way

Got the homie's Chevrolet full of Tecate

LA to TJ, we do this all day

Getting paid for the stupid ass shit that we say

We the illest motherfuckers while your crew is some marks

Big Wax, Herbal T, bitch we Lewis and Clark

You heard the rumor probably that I sold my human body

To the Illuminati and now they use it to copy

My brainwave patterns

I'm a master of a stupid hobby called rapping

I'll prove it probably when I'm right about at Susan Boyle's age

I'll have my first hit when the world's in a no-longer-using-oil stage

The soundtrack of apocalypse, looking back from the rocket ship

Thinking I might have gotten rich in the nick of time

Intense Imagination, we in places your basic complacent mind can't relate with

Outside the Matrix, outline my face with chalk

We're already dead, where ya'll steadily tread

You walk, on the path of a mortal

While me and Herbal T we are practically orbital

Trash your recordable device and all its contents

Nobody feeling that nonsense

I got the feeling that Columbus must have fell when he reached the shore

Vasco de Gama rhymer, I'm a conquistador

Venturing to territory no one's ever seen before

Rap El Dorado, let the bottle of Tequila pour

Legendary Lena Horne status for my clique

Y'all more like the Katrina storm, tragic as shit

Been doing this since the doc pulled us out by Cesarean birth

It won't stop 'til I'm buried in earth

I'm saying, the flow's so nice it's got great karma

LOA chop the beat like a Sheikh Shawarma

Great like Parma-

-Sean cheese on your marinara spaghetti

Repping Maryland steady

People preparing confetti, girls raring and ready

Comparing to Betty Grable or Marilyn wearing a teddy

We up in the Serengeti with a pair of machetes

Up in the bush with the kush, motherfuckers ain't ready

We ain't new to this new to this

We been doing this doing this

Since the uterus

People been asking "Who is this, who is this?"

It's the crew with the fluidness

Under numerous influences

Getting loot off the fusion of music producing is stupidness

A human as ludicrous as the group of the two of us

Is elusive as tuna fish in a pool that is fluid-less

Or a brain tumor that's humerus

Or a stewardess who had just flew in from Cuba using a route that was two minutes-

Please...

(Please prepare for takeoff!)

With the clique, just another day

Drink in my cup and I'm feeling okay

Just killed a 30-pack, got another on the way

Got the homie's Chevrolet full of Tecates

LA to TJ, we do this all day

Getting paid for the stupid ass shit that we say

We the illest motherfuckers while your crew is some marks

Big Wax, Herbal T, bitch we Lewis and Clark