P.A.R.T.Y - Lack Of Afro

While you aim to maintain the status quo

Embody the persona of the average joe

Me and Herbal T and the Lack of Fro are less rational

We international

To reiterate in case you’re a little late

I incinerate fakes on my dinner plate

We hungry, but ya’ll gon' starve the hardest

Cause we stay well fed eating starvin' artists

I’m a veteran authority better than the majority

Of all the mothafuckas that ever been in the door of the industry

I’m what you pretend to be

Half of you mothafuckas sound like shit to me

That’s why I have no sympathy

That’s why I take a shit in your stocking, and burn down your Christmas tree

Poof, you’re done, ya’ll history

I’m the truth behind the unsolved mystery

I’m the epitome of victory

Instinctively, I rip emcees

And spit the remains out, all over the floor

It’s Big Wax mothafucka thought I told you before

I’m on a whole different level than ya’ll, leveling ya’ll

Like a medicine ball, hitting you dead in the jaw

We ready to brawl, you delicate soft, you gon' lose it

Herbal T ride the mic and get stupid

Learn to be original

Herbs an individual

Nerds, are typical hypocritical pitiful minimal

Impact makers, get to back breaking

Hard work it takes to get to that place

Where you can do whatever you want and still kill it

Pass your prescription bottle and we’ll fill it

Up with the true party music from the soul ya’ll

Wax, Herbal T, LOA, is the roll call

I thought I told ya’ll not to press your luck

Like tentacles of an octopus, you suck

Straight trash, throw your CD in a waste basket

Or I’mma cover your mouth with tape fast

And pipe down your shitty talk

Them brothers fly like Orville and Wilbur right down to Kitty Hawk

And just when ya’ll assholes thought that ya’ll was on top

Lack of Afro brought that

Fall back when he lay the drum track

The bass on the joint on point like a thumbtack

Crews come whack cause some lack the focus

And if they fall off a come back it’s hopeless

Unpack the dopeness stored in my brain

Dear lord I’m insane

If you a dope fiend put my microphone cord in your vein

And soon you’ll be high like you’re boarding a plane