Pop Champagne Lyrics

[Verse 1: Solace]
Illustrate like Stan Lee... Kubrick
Color code a rubics cube with my eyes closed
Time froze... modern day Picasso's viotech flows
My dialect grows when I elect .... YO
Rock mad gold, I'm Guyanese
Footwork guaranteed never seen another guy in these
Cop twice now they're siamese
Ironlak rap, let the iron squeeze then I breeze
Crocodile dundee
My little thuns jump in the fight like Van Gundy
Make your leader wet his undies
Holding my balls like Al Bundy
Double T reppin' for Queens like we was Run D...M-C
Light the sensi, in the Benzy, RTTNC that be the frenzy
Kickin' riddles trying to impress men?
I'm posted up at Ishkabibbles guzzlin' Gremlins
I pen gems, sapphire, never satire
Mad liars telling stories by the camp fire
Top of the totem, dues paid, never owed'em
Couldn't decode'em, got it crackin' like Lamar Odom

Chorus (2x)
Pop shit while we pop champagne
Pop shit while we pop champagne
Pop shit while we pop champagne
We was one in the same, it's really a damn shame...
It's really a damn shame... It's really a damn shame

[Verse 2: Oprime39]
Oprime time divine mind similar to Einstein
Walk a fine line my peoples are what define crime
Guard your grill b, on the grind for the realty
For a buck or a mill you gotta kill me...
When I expire, have my number retired
Hang my sneakers on the wire
Leave the preaching to the choir Bust shots through the clouds let em know the god coming up
When the sun eclipse and thunder struck
Then y'all know that I got there
Queens in my cross hairs
Bless the life of kids with all my lost years
But I'm here now...
Born to tear it down
Surround sound from the Flush to the underground
The goal richness gold link dinner plate charm
Delinquents calm and bear arms
The kid went from working the slop sinks
To aluminum trim in the cockpit

Chorus (2x)

[Verse 3: Solace]
You ain't a runner, you a Caitlin
Can't play with my pen, put you in a play pen
King pen... heavy pockets waddle like a penguin
Never sing, bars box you in, now you in Sing Sing
Sippin' ginseng, killer instinct
Sharpen my steel while you listenin' to NSYNC
Time-Truth, Q-U... Win-Win
COLD WAVE getting spins on 1010 Wins
Check the emblem, diamond encrusted
Squad deep out in Flushing, mobbing to Junction
7 express, got the lettermen's pressed
With the name on the chest that say we the best
Making every day pay day
Let'em reminisce about the heyday, spitting lyrics like an AK
Grown men doing the nay-nay, I call them n****s Shanaynay
And point'em to the gateway...
Make way we come through, you vacate
Samana dos semanas on the vacay
Icy Hot while ya whole style Bengay
Break the template
Bow down to the Sensei

Chorus (2x)

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