Wax Casually Spits 64 Bars At The Airbnb

Yo, San Diegans say I'm gnarly
Guess I rock gnarlily
Whether at the party, Carnegie Hall, or pardon me, y'all
Bypass rappers like a blocked artery for rocking half-heartedly, get
Some blood thinner from the pharmacy, i.e. anticoagulant
When it comes to cooking up my jams I'm so adamant-ly in favor
Of keeping it so full of flavor that you liable to collapse
Perhaps you'd sign this waiver
Call the tombstone engraver
Tell him keep his chisel sharp
He gon' have some marble to rip apart
Different with the art since the day into this world God hurled me
I've defiantly remained otherworldly
Been a long road, trust me
Might write a long song like Arlo Guthrie did
I exhibit high levels of decorum
People say I'm nice like old ladies do when I hold the door for 'em
Less traveled paths, I explore 'em
Save all of your questions and suggestions for the forum
I'm the guy that you idolize royally
Victory is in the bag easily like
A trial sized toiletry, your boy'll be the first one in line
If they selling peace of mind I'll spend every last dime, then goodbye
Wouldn't want to see ya or to be ya
Big Wax, I got soul like Kia or Korea
Me, I rhyme with the fervor of a murder-loving loon
And the children eat it up like it was Gerber from the spoon
Take a fierce turn like models on catwalks
In which I turn fierce like I was on bath salts
Yo, good evening
What I write is weaving an intriguing web of mystique
Steeped in the steez of Stephen King
I let the beat begin and listen, it's like breathing in
Exhale with a shit-eating grin then speak again

Get it, got it
I know it's good
The rhymes I write, you wish you would
Ayo, get it, got it
I know it's good
The rhymes I write, yo, you wish you would
Ayo, I get it and I got it and I know it's good
The rhymes I write, you wish you would
Ayo, get it
Ayo
Yo
Ayy

Big Wax and Herbal T, we neither young nor famous
Well, we're kinda young in that we're like Malcolm and Angus
I duck walk on all you ducks talking shamelessly
But we not tryna cause pain or anguish
The world is a cold cold place
Cold cold in all caps and bold face
The suffering's enough to make your soul lose faith
And move into a hopeless state but wait
The beauty in the world often wears a disguise
And when it unveils itself you'd be hella surprised
The long overdue cries might well up your eyes
It's been sitting right in front of your face, elephant size
I apologize, my lyrics ain't as clear as it gets like vinaigrettes
More like little sets of vignettes, ayo
I just write 'em down as they come to me like your order
If I'm Wayne Shorter you're a kid playing recorder in class in second grade
My shit is quite refreshing like a glass of lemonade
While you basking in the shade, thinking to yourself
"Wax, he's a master of his trade
You can really feel the passion in the raps that he be sayin'"
I'm just casually displaying my shit as best I can
All that I can be is the man that I am
Some say, "Damn, god", others say, "Goddamn"
Either way when I be rapping they be happy as a clam, yo
Straight face like a gambling bluff
Write real tough like I'm Gamble and Huff
I ain't got nothing else to say
So I'll end this verse like, "Well, I've rambled enough"