String Cheese - Step Brothers

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