Uh, Fairbanks,
Alaska, Omaha, Nebraska,
Bangor, Maine, Grand Rapids, Little Rock, Amarillo,
New Haven, Dewey Beach, Delaware, Orlando,
but right now we in Southern Cali
and we just
With the clique, just another day
Drinking my cup and I'm feeling okay
Just killed a 30 pack,
got another on the way
Got the homie Chevrolet,
full of Tecate L .A. to T .J.,
we do this all day
Getting paid for the stupid
ass shit that we say
We the illest motherfuckers
while your crew is submerged
Big wax, bitch we Lewis and Clark
Ah, 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 the master of a stupid
hobby called rapping
I'll prove it probably
when I'm right about it
I'll have my first hit
when the world's in a no
-longer -using -oil stage
The soundtrack of apocalypse
lookin' back from the rocket ships
Thinkin' I'm glad I've gotten
rich in the nick of time
Intense imagination, readin' places
Your basic complacent mind
can't relate with outside
The matrix outline my face with chalk
We already dead, where y 'all?
Steadily tread,
you walk on the path of immortal
But me and Herbal Tea,
we are practically orbital
Trash a recordable device
and all its content
Nobody feelin' that nonsense
I got the feelin' that Colum
bus must've fell
when he reached the shore
Vasco de Gamarama,
I'm a conquistador
Venturin' the territory no
one's ever seen before
Rap El Dorado,
let the bottle of tequila pour
Le gendary Lena Horne,
status for my clique
Y more like the Katrina Storm,
tragic as shit
Been doin' it since the doc
pulled us out
by Caesarian birth
It won't stop till I'm buried
in earth, I'm sayin'
The flow's so nice, it's got great karma
L -O -A chop the beat
like a steak shwarma
Great like Parma,
John Cheese on your marinara spaghetti
Rippin' Maryland steady,
people preparin' confetti
Girls wearin' it ready,
comparin' to Betty Greybull in Maryland wearin' a teddy
We up in the Serengeti
with a pair of machetes
Up in the bush with the bush
motherfuckers ain't ready
We ain't new to this, knowin' this
We've been doin' this,
doin' this since the uterus
People been askin', who is this,
who is this?
It's the crew with the fluidness
of the numerous influences
Gettin' lewd off the fusion
of music
Producin' the stupidness
of you and this
Ludicrous is the group
where the two of us is elusive
It's too deficient a pool that is fluidless
Or a brain tumor that's humorous
Or a stewardess who is just
fluent from humor
We're using the roof,
it was two minutes, please
Please prepare for takeoff
With your click, just another day
Drinking my cup and I'm feeling okay
Just killed a 30 -pack,
got another on the way
Got the holy Chevrolet full of
Tecate L .A. to D .J.
We do this all day
Gettin' paid for the stupid
-ass shit that we say
We the illest motherfuckers
while you're crewin' some work
Just spit wax and see
Bitch, we Lewis and Clark