Tekstovi: Wax Taylor. In The Mood For Life. B-boy On Wax.

When the big dogs gather and snap their jaws
With big boss matters this cat is lost
Left with low batteries acting soft
For a starter I have a beef with some vegetables
I go gazpacho on them like a tap dancer
Suckers caught running put them in ambulances
Advancing elephants leaving big tracks
Ain't clearing them Linus leave 'em on wax
While Label rats crying in their coco puffs
Untouchable like Alfred Nobel grub
Making hits screaming "hold them up!"
And go gold rushing for Chernobyl stuff
On girls lips like lip gloss always
Shining like the LEDs on my SP all day
Game is sick,need of rescue and first aid
Our shit spinning your hat and your jersey

Suckers trying to step to the up most elevated
Boogie B dope shit I medicate it
Take two of these and stop calling
I only rock mics when my tummy starts growling
Wrarr! Wrarr! I hit 'em in the eye socket
Rappers so played out like a game of croquet
I hit the crates for the boom shit
And can't really care if label dudes approve it
On a quest to destroy rap
They say yall is the future but chere are the droids at?
C3-P0 see me be yo
Boogie B you get freaky flows
Loops I choose to get III on
Wax Tailor hold me down with the real strong
Grooves with the soul intact, you feel the boom the bap
'Cause we sampled that!

If we see a cigarette butt we picking it up
Now you wanting my money man you tripping and stuff
Looking for the breaks and digging them up
It's the life that we know and we living it up
If we see a cigarette butt we picking it up
Now you wanting my money man you tripping and stuff
Looking for the breaks and digging them up
It's the life that we know and we living it up!

(Merci a Nenya pour cettes paroles)