Rare Vintage ft. Level 13 & Spinz Lyrics

Toes in the Pacific Ocean

Hoping for another cup of cold mimosas

Life's wavy I'm just floating

Toast to the chrome, toast to holders

Strap on they shoulders

Weight of the world might push them over

But never push me over the edge

I'm impressed by a dialect with an intellect

Not a subject to the same subjects actin suspect

They told me Spinz you got next

Nah little man I got respect

I got it from the gods, I got it from my peers

I got it from about 7 thousand miles from here

Stages and places were they don't speak a no English

Conversations over an Adriatic sunset in Croatia

Vino in my glass yeah, we just picked the grapes

Break bread on the table we just feast with the greats

Make no mistake I can learn from mine

Revise the idea, make millions on the out come

Survival or you thrive in hell, dangers of the parallels

Most that wished my downfall see me here and I'm alive and well

Raised from the silt never showered in the silk

Raised on food stamps government cheese and powdered milk

A long way from gourmet, spraying stages in Marseille

Or in Bordeaux with steak filets paired with cabernet

Supposed to represent another breath from where the sun sets

The vocal tones when it's spoken in the coastal dialect

The savage travelers, autographs and cameras

Rap extravaganza no slander or propaganda

The clock is ticking like its seconds on a Seiko

Euros to the Pesos made from saints without the halos

We out for cake though and split percentages

Cigars and tinted windows when I'm spiting this rare vintage

Scars are camouflaging mirages in the land of palms

Its au revoir ya'll cause most don't make it this far