im tipping through the tunnel at last im back out of that fast bitches and stack riches sipping a saranac battle raps or back of the bar got a stunner on my arm charm heavy when he putting it on and if i stay dipped in hedi slimane for ysl and i spell rhymes that wont ever sell im high as hell but she fly as hell riding shotgun in the whip honeydips they want him back black he trying to get rich or die trying why science wont ever keep me from crying im meditating on buddha dreaming about the mayans silver mount zion kingsley amis im almost famous and always going for delf when history leave you nameless if its lost black magic its guns germs and steel twentieth century is just more than whip appeal live for simple meals puffing krill and zinfandel so im living well your homegirl like it she kiss and tell its the year of the honeydip its the age of the money grip from the club to the whip to the crib to the bed to the world that i struggle with im in the night sky pushing a black tint in the range spinning the lanes and sick of days spent in the rain stick to model chicks sniff cocaine rod lavers and sky pagers and thick gold chains its all the same so we play orwellian rap for machiavellian stacks lush vida rock sun in your back this is dream rap sitting on chrome ethan frome with zena gone he sleeping alone its for the dome and its on rap win em black we back in em half sleeve gingham junya watanabe lee denim chin chin em on top of the globe south philly forever pretty he repping the show thats how it go in a low goose grand cru grandstanding and band standing the jam too its lushlife you know the name i stay sane blessing the mic listen close you hear a puff from the stress in the night its the year of the honeydip its the age of the money grip from the club to the whip to the crib to the bed to the world that i struggle with hope when i go sleep til i dream work til i die dope boy magick 