Wax Filmography

• The Adventures of Larry & Tina (2008)

• Wax - The One AM Radio
• Wax - One Am Radio
• Too Loud - Wax
• Rosana - Wax
• Relax - Wax
• Miss Real Mr Regular - Wax
• Guess Who? - Wax
• Ali Gets His Arms - Wax
• Two Wheels - Wax

icarus, i'm so sick of this. why would you leave, just when i need you most? get your head out of the clouds. when will you make me proud? icarus, please don't start. has all the love been burnt out your heart? remember who you are. remember where you are. it's not so easy to be a

icarus, i'm so sick of this. why would you leave, just when i need you most? get your head out of the clouds. when will you make me proud? icarus, please don't start. has all the love been burnt out your heart? remember who you are. remember where you are. it's not so easy to be a

[Hook]
Yeah, we too loud
The police say we way to loud
And all the neighbors say we way to loud
That's why they trying to get my ass thrown out
But we don't turn it down, we just crank it up
Standing on the roof screaming we don't give a f*ck
We like this sh*t loud, we let it bump
So if you turn it down you gonna get f*cked up
[Verse 1]
Yo, I put my speakers to 11 and I set em and forget em'
F*ck the neighbors I ain't like em since the first time that I met em'
And I think I upset em' when I first pulled up
In the U-Haul truck, with the vol-ume all up
That same night they seen me chillin' on my roof all drunk
Urinatin' in the chimney, Santa Clause forgive me
My whole team's straight loud and obnoxious
Cops is at the door at 4 tryin' to stop us
You'd think we was holding you hostage
Over-weight rock chicks, in the kitchen starting up mosh pits
No Shake Weights, them hoes just break plates
Cooking like 8 steaks, looking like Kathy Bates
F*ck the pretty sh*t, we a bunch of idiots
The decibel level go-en make the whole city b*tch
I party like I'm filthy rich
And if I spend it all tonight I won't feel no guiltiness
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
(Prrr)
Suffering Succotash, Wax gotta bunch of cash
Now I'm the sucker ass, f*ckers in the upper class
Driving by me in a 350 Benz
I'd be in the the front yard in a drum circle with my hippy friends
We coming one with the Earth
That marijuana nirvana man I've been grungy since birth
All that money is worthless if you ain't gonna spend it now
And you ain't said sh*t if you unless you said it loud
I live fast like the the freaking hare
I ain't die young yet but I think I'm getting there
Like up in the diction-air-e, by the word rowdy
You gonna see my picture there, chillin' proud-ly
Say it loud like a proud James Brown
Or the Price Is Right announcer when a member of the crowd came down
He got that loud insane sound
If you feelin' like I'm feelin' sing it loud right now
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
If you rollin' down the street and you wylin' out to this beat
And you got that sh*t on repeat immediately you should (Turn it up)
If your significant other is b*tchin' cuz you're always
listenin' to your heavy metal too loud (Turn it up)
If you're a musician and you listenin' to yo own sh*t
be proud and play it loud b*tch (Turn it up)
If you're complainin' and screamin' about what I'm
sayin' and meanin' then take this plate of my semen

[Verse 1]
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Ow ow, yeah, ow ow ow ow
Check it out
My chick is one out of a million, she a grand prize
Met her on the dash bus up in Van Nuys
That pretty face, accent, and them tan thighs
Make me fantasize all day, I hit it like
[Pre-hook]
Boom, boom, ay
She is untouchable
Boom, boom, ay
I'm tellin' ya, man, she don't quit
I hit it like: boom, boom, ay
She is untouchable
Boom, boom, ay
And I don't think I can handle this sh*t
[Hook (x2)]
(What's my motherf*ckin' name?)
Rosana, freaky little mama
She be tryin' to f*ck all day
Hit it from the morning to the evening
She be still fiendin'
Lil mamacita, don't play
[Verse 2]
Hey yo
Me and her been together for like a couple months
Mami got that punani sweeter than peanut butter crunch
I hit it from the back like a sucker punch
Bust a nut, back to the front for some uppercuts
And in the morning she be hookin' me up proper
Butt-naked in my kitchen while she cookin' me machacha
And before I go to work she give me that boom-shocka-locka
I want to stay home and f*ck her all day, I hit it like
[Pre-hook]
[Hook (x2)]
[Verse 3]
A lot of joy, a lot of pleasure, lot of pain, lot of misery
She turn me on, but she be drainin' me physically
And I mean that quite literally
Cause I've only got so many mini-mes swimmin' in me
Man I give it all I got, but still she wants to get some more
Back to the bathroom, back to the bedroom
Back to the hall to the kitchen floor
I don't know what I'm b*tchin' for, cause I like it that way
But all I wanna do all day is hit it like
[Pre-hook]

Tilt your seats back and relax
It's me Wax and EOM feed tracks
To cats who hate weak raps and weak beats and repeats
Of last weeks recyclables
You can find out if my ass cheeks are like-able
Kiss 'em while you hate
I'll be sitting in the waiting room
Writing tunes
While you have a lively debate
And while you waste time making stupid rules
We'll stay in the pocket like newborn marsupials
You'd be fools if you followed their lead
You might as well kneel down and swallow their seed, man
Hating on E and Wax
E, pass me another hurricane dog
So I can stay lit like a Duraflame log
I prefer insane smog in my brain over airheadedness
Add this to your "I didn't get it" list
Fuck a memo
Fuck a demo
Fuck a deal
Fuck every emotion in your soul that you feel
Pop pills with us so you can roll with the real, thank you
Another CD sold for a meal
Take 'hold of the wheel
Matter fact
Give it back
You can't handle the torque of an EOM track
You put in so much effort
To pitiful results
Goddamn you have alot of faults, flaws
Blemishes and shortcomings
Me and E's forthcoming efforts
Will be effortless and more stunning
Ya'll ain't fucking with Wax
Why do people seem so glass half-empty?
Yet they give a pass to these half-ass Emcees
What I have in common with giraffes, cash, and bees
Is I'm high and I'm fly and I cause envy
If Herbal T or EOM Isn't your name
Then your musical advice was probably given in vain
While you write and talk about the shit you think I need to change
I'll be outside smiling, singing in the rain, man
On my parade you can pour piss
I'll be dancing on a float in a state of pure bliss
One day me and Herbal T'll pour Crist'
Till then, sorry bro, I'm too pour Chris
But you can pass me the Paps
And here's a fucking pillow EOM relax
Lyrical gold medal Olympian
Cardio
Regimen
Still I got
Hardly no, benjamins
Motherfuckers stop for the show
Like Maury Povich and them
I can see the sorry ho bitch in them
Walk around with their nose in the air
But we just brush 'em to the side like an emo kid combing his hair
I rock tight like that same kid's jeans
Ya'll are like X ridden teens
All green with envy like thanksgiving beans and the casserole
Beat you back into your hole like we're playing Whack-a-Mole
Damn, ya'll some busy little beavers
Pitiful achievers with your critical demeanor's
We don't do it for the doubters we just rip it for believers
If you haters want a cookie give a visit to the Keebler's
One more, one more, one, two, three, four
People show us love when we come through ???
DC too down to BCU
And Hampton, where you'll find EOM cold lampin'
Kickin' back making beats in his leisure time
With a fine Caeser and Tequila from the freezer with a squeeze of lime
I'm 'bout to go and get some peace of mind
San Diego lay low with my seat reclined
In the shade where the air is cooler
I'll take the day off like Ferris Bueller
Prepare a cooler, roll a big ass spliff
You piss ants can come along or just remain stiff
Spit clever just cause my tongue is your
Type of curve balls win them fucking Cy Young Awards
I'm Sandy Koufax
So much stress on my mind it's hard to stay sober
They decrease the load of the weight on my shoulders
I hit the liquor store for another king cobra,
use my debit card I hope it ain't over
The limit cuz you know what that be, another 25 for the over draft fee
Where does that go exactly?
I don't know exactly, but it isn't to the lower class
People lookin' for a check in stressed out conditions,
regretting horrible decisions
Like me who just got a DUI and I can't afford it the fee's are to high
And there's no one to blame but I but I can't provide
Water when my well's run dry and I got ripped off last
year buyin' money tree's
Look at em' everyday and still just fuckin leaves,
a couple G's of spare change to some
Who are those people, what are their name and num
Birds, I'm so stressed I'm cuttin' up worms I laugh at the situation
Cuz it's fuckin absurd. Check my swag as I rip it
I'd pull out my hair but I can't quite grip it
And I can't afford a damn flight ticket for a plane ride
If I could I'd go to Maine and hide

I could be famous, but fame is nothing but hype, and you are not. Having you in my life is the real reason why I feel like a superstar.
Lalalalala, La la la, La la la la
Diamonds, pearls, fancy cars,
Looks so fly, to be in this life
Pretty video girls, big cigars, wine, caviar
Looks like an endless high
But girl, when I’m with you
I’m just another dude
Who’s in love with you
I’m not a superstar
So I wrote this song for you
So I can sing to you
How this feeling’s true
This life is hype and you are real
La la la la la la la la la la la la
Miss Real, Mr Regular
How you make me feel, Like a superstar
Miss Real, Mr Regular
It is you who make me feel like a superstar
I don’t care for big number one hits
It don’t last, just a few weeks of bliss
Girl, and when the night comes
I don’t run to disco lights and screaming fans
It’s your warm embrace that I crave
I wrote this song for you
So I can sing to you
How this feeling’s true
And if you want me to
I will come with you
Give it all up for you
Coz you are real and this is flip
La la la la la la la la la la la la
Miss Real, Mr Regular
How you make me feel, Like a superstar
Miss Real, Mr Regular
I love the way you make me feel like a superstar
Have you ever seen a full moon
Shining brightly like a midsummer noon, yeah
Stars like diamonds felt the sky
Like Zulu goddesses are passing by
O I’ve never seen so much majesty dancing gracefully, peacefully
Tell me I’m not dreaming, o no
Tell me that you see what I see, and you feel what I feel, When I see what I see
As I look in your eyes tonight
La la la la la la la la la la la la
Miss Real, Mr Regular
How you make me feel, Like a superstar
Miss Real, Mr Regular
It is you who make me feel like a superstar
La la la la la la la la la la la la
Miss Real, Mr Regular
How you make me feel, Like a superstar
Miss Real, Mr Regular

[Verse 1: Wax]All the fellas go ape shit, when I spit the boiling heat
Plus I put it down for the ladies like a toilet seat
I destroy the beat, the one that E created
Then we do a high five and get inebriated
[Dumbfoundead]Big Wax and DFD, that's my name abbreviated
These are rated R bars, all of y'alls are PG rated
Elevated high like someone sprinkled us with pixie dust
Catch us at a college town, sipping on a dixie cup
[Wax]Sick as fuck and unpredictable is how my vocal flow is
Inspired by crazy trains of thought, I got locomotives
I know you noticed that I flow the coldest
When me and DFD team we easily steamroll opponents
[Dumbfoundead]The soul of Otis and the heart of John Lennon
Just a couple playboys with a flock of blonde women
The South Korean James Dean, the Cuban Dean Martin
Any human being starting shit is soon to be a target
[Hook]This ain't Batman and Robin
It ain't Dolce and Gabanna
This ain't Biden and Obama
You should go and ask your momma for a clue
Guess who
This ain't Sherlock and Watson
OJ and Johnnie Cochran
Malone and John Stockton
Holla if you got a problem with it too
Guess who
[Verse 2: Wax]My verses all start proper
Turn the hipster rapper to a Wal-Mart shopper
You ain't fresh, you're from concentrate
And the thought of quitting rapping is one that you need to contemplate
[Dumbfoundead]
We rock the place and leave the ceiling collapsing
Any party that we throw you know it's finna be cracking
All you rappers biting styles and identity jacking
There's like ten of mes and ten of these Waxes
[Wax]I leave enemies mentally trapped in states of fear and self-loathing
Feeling so small they could probably fit in elf clothing
As for me, I'm a gigantic man
That'll rock it til the death like the Titanic band
[Dumbfoundead]Wearing bright hammer pants you couldn't
Touch this kind of ruckus
We're the type of mother fuckers throwing punches at your function
Chewing up these rappers like some double mint gum
Spending hundreds at a strip club using government funds
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Wax]With whack mother fuckers I just don't associate
I ain't mad at 'em I just hope they don't procreate
They gets no love, only hate
Then like a kobe steak, they get slowly ate
[Dumbfoundead]Check the trophy case, you can tell we never lose
Our videos get box office numbers, you get several views
Ebenezer Scrooge money, racking up the revenue
All we got is headbangers, like them heavy metal dudes
[Wax]You need to tell whoever's revving you up they need to pump the brakes
You couldn't spit my ad libs in five hundred takes
Don't beat yourself up, we all make dumb mistakes
You just make more than anybody else fucking makes
[Dumbfoundead]The guys that you love to hate, puffing dank, purple drink
Type to party hard the night before another working day
The dynamic duo, better act like you know
Two mother fuckers ranked numero uno

Verse 1:
If the future had to speak its history
Would it be only bleak?
Wars, guns, genocide
Can’t I rhyme this line with a smile?
Politicians lying, a child is crying
All he sees is guns and corpses
God, give him a home, he’s all alone
His mama’s gone, his papa’s gone
To greed and hate and power chasing
He don’t even have a say
Help me sing
Chorus:
Sihelele, langua bato
We don’t want no war, no war no more
Sihelele langua bato
Tell the politician, no war no more
Verse 2:
Here’s a story about a boy like yours born in a town like yours
He wakes up one day to bombshells and death knells
His family’s gone, his world is lost
In oil chasing, war making
He don’t even have a say
Help me sing
Chorus
He don’t even have a say
Let’s be his voice
Ali gets his arms, But he don’t have no one to run to
Ali gets his arms, He don’t have no mama to hug
Said he don’t have no family, no no no no no
How many people must die before we call it World War Three, World War Three, Stop the war, stop the war, no no no,

[Intro]
I'm just riding through the valley on my bicycle
Just pedalin' pedalin' pedalin' pedalin' pedalin' along
I'm headed to the studio by Sherman and Coldwater
And when I get there I'm gonna sing this song
[Hook]
I'm gonna sing oh yeah, oh-my-my
I don't give a f*ck about a DUI
You can take away my license
But you can't take away my pride
I'm singing oh yeah, oh-my-my
I'm a keep drinking until the day I die
Two wheels is the way I ride
[Verse 1]
I got my backpack strapped on my back real tight
Inside of it got a cord and a mic
And a couple tall cans, coors and bud light
That I found in my refrigerator drawer from the night before
I take flight out the door with my bike
Its such a Californian sight
Small breeze got the palm trees swaying back and forth in the light
Melodies in my head I'm gonna record em' the night man
I start pedalin' I start smilin'
I'm in the bike lane freestylin'
I make a quick pit stop on the corner
To pet a little dog and chat with its owner
It's the type of day you just can't feel bad
The same type of day Ice Cube once had
Trying to make it to the lab but I don't pedal fast
I sit back and watch as the rose pedals pass
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Cruising down Sherman a couple blocks left
Rhymes in my head and they're all kinda' deaf
Man, I can't wait to lay em down but my first venture
Is to the store for a couple more thirst quenchers
I pick em up and then add them to the contents
Of my heavy ass bag then I paddle fast no nonsense
Hit the studio with no delayin'
I give a dap to my homie Bailey on the way in
I start drinkin' I start recordin'
Three hours later I'm out the damn door again
Gotta pedal to the store again
I'm feeling festive this require captain Morgan
Another bike ride, staring at a night sky
Trying not to swerve cars fly right by
I stay fresh like f*cking bag salad
And I don't give a damn if my license ain't valid