String Cheese

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

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