Fine Wine - Chris Webby

I wrote this shit for Flex to drop a bomb on it

It’s over when I’m on it

Static bring it back with a scratch, and throw fire on it

I got five on it

Unless it’s that chronic, I got a dime on it

Everything the light touches is sayin' mine on it

Slide on it like a water park, ride on it

Acid in my headband, kiss the sky on it

Treating beats like John Belushi

Countertops with all these lines on it

Aim for the top and I keep my eyes on it

I’m an animal on everything like Echo shirts

You try to follow my every rhyme, and your head’ll hurt

The way I write, I consider it academic work

An extra-terrestrial being that was sent to earth

Just a kick in the doors

Deliver you more rhymes than you could ever write

Plus they’re slicker than yours

Don’t wanna co-sign me?

cool

Someone give me the torch and I’ma sit up on my throne like the King of the

North

Rockin Timb’s with the tongue out

Smoke till I bug out

Night crawlin' on 'em, never see me when the sun out

Rookie of the year, lighting 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, I’ll never run out

I’m 'bout to pitch a shut out

I’ll come at anyone 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 riding on the metro

Arm out the window, flipping birdies like a Petco

Yo

See Web the one your lady look for

Jesse Pinkman of the game but I cook more

Yank a cop up out his driver seat full force

(I need back up here, get the fuck off me!)

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 Sunny at the toll booth

Left that bullshit in the past, and went Goku

Super Sayan till 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 will infect your whole body

Immune system sensing a threat

It’s imminent, yes

My excellence ahead of the rest

Untouchable, like Elliot Ness

See Webby finesse

I’m benching, negative press

While I’m flexing my chest

A super human 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, and bet

There ain’t no mother fuckin' way that I’ll be second to best

Cause I’ma settle every settlement, won’t settle for less

The top soil and the sediments, the scent of my breath

Been underground

But I’ma dig the fuck up now

Bout to show 'em what the fuck’s up now, yeah

I’ve been underground

But I’ma dig the fuck up now

Bout to show 'em what the fuck’s up

Fine Wine baby

Time keeps on ticking

We can’t worry 'bout those minutes leaving

I’m grown up and I’m living decent

But I’m gonna touch the sky

Time goes by

Keeps on ticking away

But I’m only getting better with age, said I’m getting better with age

Fine wine

Time goes by

Keeps on ticking away

But I’m only getting better with age, said I’m getting better with age

Fine wine baby