Testo Fine Wine - Chris Webby
Testo della canzone Fine Wine (Chris Webby), tratta dall'album Fine Wine
I wrote this shit for Flex to drop a bomb on it
It's over when I'm on it
Statik bring it back with a scratch and throw fire on it
I got 5 on it, 'less it's that chronic I got a dime on it
Everything the light touches it's saying mine on it
Slide on it like a water park ride on it
Acid in my headband, kiss the sky on it
Treatin' beats like John Belushi
Counter tops with all these lines on it
Aim for the top and I keep my eyes on it
I'm an animal on everything like Ecko shirts
You try to follow my every rhyme and your head'll hurt
The way I write I consider it academic work
An extraterrestrial being that was sent to earth
Just to kick in the doors, deliver you more rhymes
Than you could ever write, plus they slicker than yours
Don't wanna cosign me? Cool, someone give me the torch
And I'mma settle on my throne like the king of the north
Rockin' Timbs with the tongue out, smoke 'til I bug out
Night crawlin' on 'em, never see me when the sun out
Rookie of the year lightin' bogies in the dugout
So try to find your balance I'm about to pull the rug out, yeah
So you better get the fuck out here
Words hazy in my mind but they come out clear
All these metaphors I got'll never run out
I'm 'bout to pitch a shutout, I come at any one out here
So bitch you better keep your head low, do it 'cause I said so
Retro, reppin' for New England like I'm Bledsoe
Can't afford a Benz so I'm ridin' on the metro
Arm out the window flippin' birdies like a PetCo
Yo, C. Web the one yo lady look for
Jesse Pinkman of the game but I cook more
Yank a cop up out his driver's seat full force
(Back up here, get the fuck over here)
Call it pulled pork
Was just a Myspace rapper 'til I broke through
Made a little money and I blew it with my whole crew
Used to pop molly every week, I was so loose
Brain full of holes just like Sonny at the toll booth
Left that bullshit in the past and went Goku
Super Saiyan 'til I got a mansion with a dope view
Shit this beat is cold Juice, got that fresh produce
Turn the studio into a Whole Foods
So shit you better get a medical check, I'm so sick
When I spit, every syllable I said'll infect
Your whole body, immune system sensin' a threat
It's eminent yes, my excellence ahead of the rest
Untouchable like Elliot Ness, C. Webby finesse
I'm benchin' negative press while I'm flexin' my chest
A superhuman mutant, go give my genetics a test
My life's a never ending segment of that Edelman catch
I'm Tesla with some Edison meshed together in bet
There ain't no motherfuckin' way that I'll be second to best
'Cause I'mma settle every settlement, won't settle for less
The topsoil in the sediment's the scent of my breath
Been underground, but I'mma dig the fuck up now
'Bout to show 'em what the fuck's up now
Yeah, I've been underground, but I'mma dig the fuck up now
'Bout to show 'em what the fuck's up, fine wine baby
Time keeps on tickin' we can't
Worry 'bout those minutes leavin'
I'm grown up and I'm livin' decent
But I'm gon' touch the sky
Time goes by
Keeps on tickin' away
But I'm only gettin' better with age
Said I'm only gettin' better with age, fine wine
Time goes by
Keeps on tickin' away
But I'm only gettin' better with age
Said I'm only gettin' better with age, fine wine baby
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Writer(s): Christian Webster, Julian Ross Santos
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