Chardonnay

While most lie about getting so high with some bimbos I’m with my wife in Lodi where the zin flows Or in the bay, the land where the rent rose Along with anger of who the government chose I thought politics was more than just impulse Racism, sexual harassment & insults They team up to keep us down like ten toes Until we’re all burned up in some flames like Primrose But I ain’t tryna win souls. I’m trying to offend those That think that hate creates any potential For great except great dissonance & great insolence Empowering great ignorance inot how to shape innocence The terrorist is the one who creates nemesis & creates impetus to destroy & hate indigents So I shape sentences hoping for late benefits Cuz music’s power to help us escape is limitless Every time I rhyme I say what I gotta say Try to come at me with that bull, not today Represent the old school in a modern way Spitting floes smooth like butter like Chardonnay It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter I’m sipping Chardonnay in Sonoma county When my ego’s out of control it’s the floes that ground me In addition to the wisdom of those around me See I always welcome those that constructively doubt me Cuz my ability’s balanced by my humility So I’m killing beat no plausible deniability My rhymes fly agility causes insight fragility The weak try to forget that’s nothing like senility Remind them: Mic Flo can really spit bro Coming through like bruh man from the fifth floor 4 fingers up killer with the bass like Mingus was No genius but do what a genius does In the land of the greenest buds & the meanest thugs Like the bloods and crips how does that coexist That’s like CP3 getting no assists I won’t quit not sorry man no desist Cuz my flow’s never played out like a POTUS diss Hate is what I’ll always go against With the real lyrics from my spirit, raw no pretense Like this Chardonnay with the butter flavor so intense Every time I rhyme I say what I gotta say Try to come at me with that bull, not today Represent the old school in a modern way Spitting floes smooth like butter like Chardonnay It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter You deep within a rapper mind off that Napa wine Lyricism has declined with the passing time But lyricists shouldn’t be trapped by the past designs We should be free to seek the medium we have to find I represent the heritage of a culture of derelicts That struck the world like Bruce Lee with his pair of fists They thought we’d disappear like celebrity marriages But everywhere it is, I dish it out like rare assists So cherish this before it perishes The rap emeritus always sharing my imperatives Wackness embarrasses mainly because of the carelessness So the proud derelicts became rich heretics Don’t hate the game hate the way it’s won For them it’s making major funds until they day is done For me it’s shrimp scampi, Chardonnay & sun With my major with major buns, ok I’m done Every time I rhyme I say what I gotta say Try to come at me with that bull, not today Represent the old school in a modern way Spitting floes smooth like butter like Chardonnay It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter