Verse 1:
You keep a Budweiser next to your jacuzzi bed
I can get my nuggets sent thru a telegram
Thomas Edison, choppin' up the lettuce when
I step up in the session with my medicine brethren
A stack of wax designated for a veteran
Mad samples galore, just put the chops and incisions in
It doesn't take him very long for him to finish it
Yeah when the Klinik is snippin', y'all know the kid's legit
A lot of cats in my area actin' hesitant
Because they know my age, so I've got plenty years to represent
Mid to late 30s style biters try and call me fam
You could have jumped on a track when I reached out my hand!
A year passes and I'm still droppin' tracks
By my god damn self because this rappin' is my passion
Other people spend most of their time relaxing
The Mefadone Klinik is always letting the wax spin

Hook:
Turntables, mic stands, JBL speakers
Catch me in the lab with samples in my beakers
Dope fiends with a beat loaded in their needle
If they don't have it then they're probably have a seizure x2

Verse 2:
The pelvic thrust is a must at least once a day
I split a blunt, fill with nugs and then puff away
Hearing a lot of fucks spittin', and it's such a shame
It's bout time y'all start to notice I ain't come to play
Known to crush your brain, that way you must remain
With adjusted aim, I'm from another plane
Retrain your mind's mainframe, feel the thunder, rain
When the storm starts a-roaring in my rough terrain
Now I don't care if there ain't much to gain
Sometimes I stare instead of causing y'all a bunch of pain
Too many second rate rappers seen amongst the grain
Saying they're original, but that's just a claim
Now y'all wonder why I smother lames, and here's another thing
I ain't never sold drugs, it's just a fucking name
Dope beats like a needle in a punctured vein
If you've got nugs to blaze, let's put them up in flames

Hook x2

Vinyl is final and wax is crack
To a dope fiend beat junkie always coming back
With a stack even if he claimed that he wouldn't buy none
The main reason why his money's always dried up
His family's getting him signed up, for some rehab
It's been a while since we've seen a cratedigger looking this bad!
There's no detox for all the records that I've copped
It's in my DNA, my momma blames my pops
Months ago I told my counselor I finally stopped
She posted a bounty for me at every single record shop
But I still got it on lock, with all my sneakery
Called up my ol' man for some crates on delivery
Happy as hell, over 30 LPs in the mail
I've relapsed off the wax, hope nobody can tell
My family's looking at me just like I'm a fucking fiend
I spent a G on some records from overseas!

Hook x2