Hot Wax (feat. Hygiene)

5 Jul 2024 | Music

This is one of my favorite tracks I've ever participated in. Thanks to the beautiful production of Briq Bandit!
Production: Briquet Bandit. Lyrics & Vocal: Chris Lorensson
Duration 02:58

Lyrics

Got stopped by a cop at the disco
Said that he missed you. Said to say hello.
This sucka don’t know me. I’m inclined to say hell no.
Maintain my mello. Instead I tell them “no”.
You said that he dissed you then he arrested you.
I’m sure I’ll be fine. We seen the design.
I paid all my fines and I bless you.

If you fall back then I’ll catch you.
If you play me then I’ll mess you
Up like the pup who tried to be big dog
But he small, so I let you
Play this song. Day is long. Can I pet you?
Should I give you some pet food?
You eat it all up. What’s up with that couch in the guest room?

Ugh. Bruh. You sleepin’ on me, it’s time to wake up.
These plans is luck these streets is lust
Despite these heaps of love.
We keep on keepin’ on,
That’s why this streak so long.
That’s how I click my heels on yellow brick roads
No place like home.

Don’t @ me, I’m the O.P.
You high-school-jock-turned-police
Please stay on topic, drop it, moderate you like Loki, homie
Jump in with both feet, sink or swim or learn to die
Say less, no doubt like Gwen Stefani don’t speak
It’s my turn to fly

Now who’s the muscle man?
George of the Jungle-land
The staff are strapped this this season
To stop repeating the Summer of Sam
I drop and shake my head
They cock and spray some lead
Bullets fly overhead
It’s hard to learn in states of dread

It’s got me seeing red
White House is playing dead
Like possums thoughts had crossed my mind
I cross my T’s and dotted my i’s
Despite the rise of terror
This reign’s in error. End of an era
This game. New name.
It’s 3pm I got my popcorn watching Blossom

This ancient wisdom never caught up
Regime ain’t real; it’s just a mockup—let’s be honest
Push those pixels—such an honor
Yes President—it must be your birthday
Crush a peasant with blessed stigmata

Briq Bandit gonna hand it to ya
Chops that’s semiautomatic, super
Y’all’s beats sound outlandish hoo-ha
Two flaws: No soul, too much ego
One-two-three free-throws
Two from the line and one from behind
Jump a ski slope
We on the street got no equal
Teach you these ropes

Give you a heart of stone.
Then heal these broken bones.
Learn to tuck and roll but never grow up got token flows.
You better glow up lest you corrode
Some puppies bite unlucky suckers see your teeth exposed
But you just dippin’ your toes in.