WAX: Big Wax, needle in a hay stack
doing it since way back
Big like The Payback or any other break track
I’ma decimate that, fill it up with great rap
call me Pat Sajak
Fortunate wheels of steel
torching the reel to reel tape or the ADAT
Force you to feel the real deal like a face slap
Into your brain, I engrain that
Fucking with me? you should refrain from that
JARV: It’s Nathan, that cracker with the dope shit
Master with the flow, sick, nasty and atrocious
Smacking up a foe, acting like I’m Hulk Hogan
Pass the microphone, get it cracking like a broke wrist
Pros get mowed with those slick poems I cold kick
Hopeless hoe-bitch, hold this whole dick
Go get gone, I’ll piss on your whole clique
Kick it on a lower plateau where you’re supposed to sit
WAX: Deodorant fresh
me- known to impress
We the coldest and the best
east over to the west
We ain’t knowing when to rest
keep flowing with finesse
When the beat’s over I’ma need to load another session
JARV: In time like a tick-tock-metronome-wristwatch
Keep it on the tip-top
summit of the Hip-Hop mountains
I touch clouds and hit flocks of birds with words
Herbs deserve to kick rocks

WAX: I spit hot, pristine, spectacular sixteens
JARV: Rapping on the ceiling at the Chapel of Sistine
WAX: Your worst nightmare
But the cat of your chick’s dreams
JARV: You’re no match for me
WAX: Get back yo
BOTH: Bitch please, half these MCs
get thrown back to preschool
JARV: People hear me rapping and they say..
WAX: Yeah, he’s cool
JARV: Half these MCs get thrown back to pre-k
WAX: People hear me rapping and be like…
JARV: Oh, he’s great
WAX: Half these MCs get thrown back to nursery school
JARV: They hear me rap and be like…
WAX: Word, he cool
JARV: Half these MCs get
thrown back in the uterus
WAX: People hear me rap and be like…
JARV: Who is this??

JARV: Yeah, yeah, back at it again
Young Jarv rapping like he downed a pack of Extenze
I’ll last ten rounds battling a pack of your friends
A mack daddy with slags, a jackass with a pen
I backspin like a B-Boy, back cue like a DJ
Spit like a fat cap writing graf on a beat break
These takes oughta be inducted in the library of congress
Jarv steady dropping that bomb shit
WAX: Pass the mic like you pass a baton
I’m in the house like you had
bought me at Bed, Bath and Beyond
If any rapper get to yapping, I don’t have to respond
I got a million songs I would rather be working on, I’m-
Magnificent, doing it mad different
Mad sick as if I had syphilis, my passion’s ridiculous
My craft is perfected and such
That people say that, to the beat I add an excellent touch
JARV: Sitting ducks, hit the rug
y’all ain’t got the skill
Cornier’n that girly on Dr. Phil
You catch me inside the cyph cause I’m ill
The mic is my scythe, I stab, slice and kill
WAX: Ask those in the know
who the illest with the ballpoint
Towards me, will be where they all point
Old school, action-packed, rapping really raw joints
If it was a movie it’d be one of them Steven Seagal joints

BOTH: Half these MCs get thrown back to preschool
JARV: People hear me rapping and they say..
WAX: Yeah, he’s cool
JARV: Half these MCs get thrown back to pre-k
WAX: People hear me rapping and be like…
JARV: Oh, he’s great
WAX: Half these MCs get thrown back to nursery school
JARV: They hear me rap and be like…
WAX: Word, he cool
JARV: Half these MCs get thrown back in the uterus
WAX: People hear me rap and be like…
JARV: Who is this??