The Waxcabinet

[Hook]
The Waxcabinet
Coming in correct
Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet
Coming in correct
Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet
It's 'bout to get set

[Verse 1]
I got the area sealed off, sharpshooters on the roof
Barbed wire, big guards, with dogs barking woof
[?] civilians, cameras, concrete walls
The Waxcabinet is more protected than a bank vault
So don't enter, it's like a dragon's lair
Embee in the producer's chair, sipping on a cold beer
Runnin' the shit with remote control
And either Promoe add flow with mad soul
The studio, equipped with nothing but skills
From the floor to the ceiling, spit it out into the street
Beep beep beep beep, who's that beeping, you Embee?
Thirty-three twenty-one-twelve, always Supreme
He's about to add lyrics, to this new cut
Let's hit the bulletproof [?] and go pick him up
Yo Supreme (what's up?), we're coming by you real soon
[?] we just gonna lock up your room
Embee, into the secret code fingerprint mode
Activate the voice detector to detect intruders
Put the rhymes Embee, in a pool of barracudas
Guarded by sixty secret agents, with big shooters
In a safety box, locked with time locks
Falling in the wrong hands, refusing to rock
Self-destructin', blowin' up in the face
The tape's attached with big spray cans of mace, in the place

[Hook]
The Waxcabinet
Coming in correct
Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet
Coming in correct
Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet
It's 'bout to get set

[Verse 2]
Close the gates, turn off the lights, Supreme has entered the building
Outside this [?]
Security, like Cosa Nostra Sicilians
Black suits, black chains, black briefcases with billions
Some rhymes marked up as confidential material
Handle with care, or prepare for your funeral
Strictly champagne and cigars in jacuzzis
The cabinet crew, poppin' trespassers with Uzis
Special agent Supreme reporting from the streets
All targets destructed, and mission complete
New assignments, new baits, and new victims for the hitman
Good evening Embee, who is next on our program
Me and Promoe got [?] enforcers on this one
I'm tired, emcee's so lucky I don't own a gun
Would you let me sit back and relax for like an hour
Bring me women, I need a vodka and a shower
Case of power, the black belt lyricist
The world's in a headlock from the Waxcabinet lyricist
Organizin' a lyrical bomb, for the Looptroop management, it's on

[Hook]
Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet
It's 'bout to get set
So watch me wax that ass in the Waxcabinet
Coming in correct

[Verse 3]
The Waxcabinet, heavily guarded premises
No entrance allowed for our worst nemesis
Surrounded by minefields and boobytrap
Protected by anabolic guards, heavily strapped
Each is bounty hunters, sit up, our wack emcees
Tryin' to steal the documents from Three Sick Steez
Intruder has been spotted, in comes the guillotine
First come head, gangster man, murderer Supreme
Slickers in their money suits, with these balaca's
When he faces wack emcees, his guns blazing
Embee, the specialist of technical warfare
The team's mastermind, [?]
Next rugged doorman to enter the dojo, it's the mic cord strangler, I know that's the Promoe
And last comes the earthquake, martial sense but
[?] , kung-fu since birth
Emcees forget to grab their mics
Underwear they took a [?] so they cry
"Yo Promoe, give me a high five!"
Bzzz, the hand buzzer, number one gadget for a spy

[Hook]
Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet
Coming in correct
Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet
It's 'bout to get set
So watch me wax that ass in the Waxcabinet
Coming in correct
Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet
It's 'bout to get set

[Verse 4]
Yo, I be droppin' rhymes, while you be droppin' dimes
But not only cause I, ain't committing no crimes
I'm above the law, ain't got nothing on me
But get me for parking tickets, they might frame me
So I got no driver's license, only a chaffeur
Posin' on the "Welcome to the Waxcabinet" brochure
Well you'll get killed quick if you're wack
We'll get the one eyed servant to hide your body in the back
You can't hack the macintosh system
Plant snakes under your keys, you can hear them hissin'
If you listen very close then they'll bite you, no
Catchin' crimes within an hour, underpants smelling sour
'Imma give you a shower, of acid rain
Your body melting in the drain without no pain
All layin' slain beatin' bloody barkeeps [?]
So you can call me Big Daddy, Big Daddy Brains
(Brains, brains, brains, brains, brains...)