Burgundy (feat. Marcus Paul James)

Drive a hard bargain, we take a large margin
Evolution of the species, Charles Darwin
Started as that platypus prototype with an abacus
Hazardous, crafting patterns by the glow of night
Hold the mic like it's my flotation device
Set sail, butter oven roast Quail
Deglaze that shit, splash of Grand Marnier
Reduce, fine sieve, and we got a party
Ey, ey, the crew goes cult

All we do is write rhymes, eat, drink, no sulphur
Low intervention, attention to detail
Twelve crabs, twelve shots then bail
Gareth Bale

F. Scott Litzgerald
F. Scott Litzgerald
F. Scott Litzgerald
Another batch from the barrel
Son, attack at your peril

These veins run deep down in me
These streets, there's a burgundy flow
Turning tears into gold
You feel this heat, let it set, play, repeat
It's that Burgundy flow, no-no, ooh
It's good for your soul

We get lit
Litter than a motion sensor ultra kit
46 holster clips, an Ocean Wiz Khalifa
And a poster, plus the voltage rig
Prying culprit lens, and a vocal active OSX
Litter than a bowl of sex
Abstract, hold your breath
Litter than a bro on meth
Hashtag no regrets
Litter than the rocket pack on Boba Fett
Splitter of the populist agenda like a Kinder egg
Or better yet a ginger wig
Redder than the New York cinder brick

Bitter like the dirtwalking internet
Quicker than a pencil etch
Litter than a fireplace in winter gets
Hit it like a ninja kick
Kindle it until it's really tinder lit, bitch
(Burgundy, very nice color)

These veins run deep down in me
These streets, there's a burgundy flow
Turning tears into gold
You feel this heat, let it set, play, repeat
It's that Burgundy flow, no-no, ooh
It's good for your soul

F. Scott Litzgerald (ehh)
F. Scott Litzgerald (it's that burgundy flow)
F. Scott Litzgerald
Another batch from the barrel
Son, attack at your peril

You feel this heat, let it set, play, repeat
It's that Burgundy flow, no-no, ooh
It's good for your soul