Bean One - Vintage lyrics

[Verse 1: Jace] Sitting in, watching television with f**ed up vision Listening to a report Lying make the puzzle pieces fit in all sorts Screens in babies dreams and you're an essence Of doctrine, what a life, my wife Sees me once a week I'm usually somewhere in for keeps Hearing beat tapes and having great debates Planning on making great escapes To anywhere Taurine, just to leave the scene No papers so the only page scripted Is when I'm lifted I praise high, days are high I see further than inertion And spies sh**-talker Southend linage Sin it like herbal vintage This style is vintage Crack reflection Can't spend no time progressing No pardon mes or excuse mes, move fluently Through inner city Busting clogged up spots stays fogged up See it like, satellite Stage on the spotlight Nothing extra'restrial Something exceptional Quiet at times Like at [ZA?] times Read the headlines Disappearance without a trace Names with backwards Smoking backwards sh**-talker Southend linage Sin it like herbal vintage This style is vintage Look out the curtain Now for certain Of linkage with inkage and scribe I wonder what tribe Looks to keep alive And profess After a marley of bless Style is vintage [Hook: Jace & Silas Blak] Most will never get it yo, this style is vintage Style is vintage Yo, style is vintage Y'all master gimmick Most will never get it yo, this style is vintage Y'all master gimmick, gimmick [Verse 2: Jace] On a journey Back needs to be on a gurney But f** the pain and the hurt Go to finish what we start with the street church The work is done, through the filage and the mileage Contemplate each date, what would be on a plate Of the newborn, today's new light they've been rewarned Hearing bullsh** like it was truth from a pool pit Reserved like a reverend with no sermon Learning life like a cross burning, nerves on end I made it to the end wearing the same sh** Caring about the same sh** Leaving mess-ages for the ages Two thousands seasons Got my mind soul haemorrhaging Been forsaken by some of my kin But communion Communities employing unities Start new cities With schools for the young sh**-talker Southend linage Sin it like herbal vintage Style is vintage And green, my lean, is arrogance To my defence words never lie Seeing chouse like herbal abuse Power wet circle Shake your heard like Urkel Been blessed like a [?] My employment is self, I love self From SCA to Illadelph Never k** self style Style is vintage [Hook: Jace & Silas Blak] Most will never get it yo, this style is vintage Y'all master gimmick yo, this style is vintage Most will never get it, get it, get it [Outro: Silas Blak] Most will never get it yo, this style is vintage Style is vintage Y'all master gimmick Most will never get it yo, this style is vintage Y'all master gimmick, gimmick Most will never get at it This style is vintage Y'all master gimmick