Air Timpani

[Intro] [Wax]: Yeah, throw ya hands up Herbal T throw you're motherfucking hands up EOM put your Godamn hands up D-Pryde put them motherfucking hands up East coast up your goddamn hands up West coast put your motherfucking hands up Midwest, dirty south throw your hands up Whole world hands up, come on [Verse One] [Wax]: Feeling like I was possessed by the devil A mislead mind of a desperate rebel Tryin to get money but I'm going about it all wrong Day in and day out I'm pumping out a raw song Trying to give y'all A small touch of the realness Tryin to show all of you ducks what the deal is Couldn't give two fucks if you feel this I'm already hungry what's another meal missed? Concerto of a growling stomach Trying to out climb us and you're bound to plummet We just lounge on the summit, over looking all the peasants Laughing at how they're not even aware of our presence And with every sentence, the march gets louder And drowns out all the remarks of a doubter Yeah let em all scream "hate", tell em all get a plate Let em all eat cake bitch! [Hook]: Make way for the symphony We got a short supply of sympathy When EOM drops the beat it's history Fuck a guitar we playing air timpani Ayo Make way for the symphony We got a short supply of sympathy When EOM drops the beat it's history Fuck a guitar we do it like dum dum dum dum [Verse Two] [Wax]: Ouch Dagger to the heart I've demonstrated swagger from the start I moon walked out of the uterus, on to the table Me and Herbs did the Kid-N-Play before they put us in the cradle Your boy is not stable Fresh off the pot like a boiling hot ladle I'm old school fucker, ya boy just got cable And I ain't even trying to join the top labels Cause I'm not trying to be something I ain't Like my taint you can feel me like dry paint Yeah, cause it;s a well known thing that every song these days is a cell phone ring And sometimes I wish I'd try an sell those things But it's alright like a Saved By The Bell opening, man I pull a reference out of my ass like a dingle berry Simile samurai, words of Mike Singletary [Hook]: Make way for the symphony We got a short supply of sympathy When EOM drops the beat it's history Fuck a guitar we playing air timpani Ayo Make way for the symphony We got a short supply of sympathy When EOM drops the beat it's history Fuck a guitar we do it like dum dum dum dum [Verse Three] [D-Pryde]: I rip strong Spitted on shit songs Bitch your shit's wrong I'm "Il" like Kim Jong Listen check You'll be lying like in sit and reps Talkin' 'bout your clique and "clack" Shut it man, that shit is wack I don't think we're on the same page I'd light y'all fired and bring you back on the same stage I still kill, and you better get your necklace checked Your better off to ask Rihanna for an S.O.S I spit dreck and I'm all day, mate Spittin' lines at your eyes like Kanye's shades Check it A live wire Yes, I'm a fly diver My lyrics are the shit concentrated on, high fiber You stressed and bitchin' Homie I think you're best to listen Rest and churn right before I deck in your digestive system You better listen and you better pay homage And haters you get the rectal thermometer motherfucker! [Hook]: Make way for the symphony We got a short supply of sympathy When EOM drops the beat it's history Fuck a guitar we playing air timpani Ayo Make way for the symphony We got a short supply of sympathy When EOM drops the beat it's history Fuck a guitar we do it like dum dum dum dum