Lewis And Clark Lyrics - Continue - Wax

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 

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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