Be Advised

[Verse 1] The underdog never quittin' representing bi-coastal Big Wax grab the microphone and go postal Your cyphe seem like the ice cream social Put them fucking cones on your head like you're supposed to Your dunce crew gets smoked like blunts do Once you start spitting the bullshit it just comes through I thought you said that you was nice bruh Name your price bruh Put your fancy cars and your ice up And watch your shit get gone Into my possession then your shit gets pawned I get applause everything you spit gets yawned upon I got your whip on my lawn and I just listed it on Craigslist and posted several fliers And I already have a host of potential buyers I do this shit tirelessly So if you think you on a ladder rung higher than me [Hook] Just be advised It'd be wise not to gamble People in the past have tried have gotten trampled Even when I gave them ample time to combine the beats, rhymes, and samples Just be advised It's just really bad timing Especially with that simple ass rhyming You're a grown man you can decide for yourself But don't say I didn't offer any help Be advised [Verse 2] I'm clearly the illest Type of shit that make Arnold say "I understood you clearly Willis" I'm strictly business I take the biggest share Y'all strictly bitches you at the Lilith fair Wherever I'm performing I kill it there Eating rappers properly, napkins and silverware Weed smoke fills the air Everybody moves Y'all get pelted with shoes and everybody boos Leave welted and bruised With your tennis shoes covered in egg yolk and tomato residues I never lose like Biff with the almanac So in brisk you could call it that Talking smack when you got no chance You should be falling back like Fat Joe doing his own dance Your whole camp's just a bunch of little ants to protect your hills I'd heed in the warning in advance [Hook] [Verse 3] I ain't saying I'm the best I'm just sayin' if the average emcee tried to test And I had to make an educated guess who'd win it I'd respond rhetorically "Have you seen a piglet fly In the sky with a midget-high gay Jesus On his back sayin' 'yippee-ki-yay bitches!'" If you seen that put your money on the other quarter Yeah that guy, the hoverboarder I'm in the lab making custom ether And I'm about to dump the beaker on you fucking weaker Justin Biebers You must be into something deeper than just puffing reefer Is it crack? That makes you think you isn't wack? [Hook] [Outro] You fucking pitiful morons You fucking miniscule humans I was better than you as a middle school student You ain't shit And ain't never gon' be shit Your mom ain't shit Your dad wasn't shit And their parents weren't shit neither I spit ether The grim reaper No question No contestin' Big Wax Clockwise