String Cheese

[Verse 1: Evidence]

These are age times, these are fine wines

Let's take it all back to the top, these are grapevines

These are space rhymes, this is Slow Flow

I'd kick a rhyme about space and probably never go though

Probably never no-show, once a day they said and if I did

Probably be the shit that I'd be forever regretting

You chop confetti all down to smaller pieces

1999, party down for all releases

Started with the thesis then I end with the conclusion

Order is irrelevant, the purpose is confusion

Using my illusion seeing backdrops of pyro

Tons of marijuana packaged up inside a silo

I was thinking 'bout my rivals and forgot that I had none

Peaceful shit is dead to me, to me I'm trying to add one

Sniper with the bad gun, AR and the Magnum

Rifle and a condom, bullet that'll tag 'em

[Verse 2: The Alchemist]

Carve headstones, throw on the headphones

Rewind it back to the top, I write gemstones

Orchestrations that end with a crescendo

Imitations, oregano, pretendo

Not that deal, I'm fly on my bicycle wheel

Time to kill, roll to Venice Beach and throw around the peel

Rope down a whale, sun shining, boats out to sail

I'm a little too close to success now to fail

So ride with me on this journey

I'm on my Worthy, coast to coast

Big game James, throw on a derby

California corazon, that's love

I lay in the cut like cortisone