Flagship - Rum, Coke and an August Breeze lyrics

[Intro: Nameless] Yo You know how we do [Verse 1: Nameless] A Calvinist with Hobbes ideals Predestined to be a cartoony Leviathan the mobs will feel Inspire wins like a young John Madden then Rob the field, leaving moms congealed [Verse 2: Loaf] Child of the golden field north region Cretin to some who aren't eating When rum and coke control my summer season August trees in the early breeze and Summer time cheesing, from wheezing What's the reason? For rolling doobies on Billie Jean Can't function from suction on nicotine Or Dollar Menu greases If it pleases the king may I complete my thesis In this Buddha lighting festival Beaming to celestials: Beings with the over-sized testicles? [Verse 3: Nameless] Blessed the fools half stepping with gla** weapons I boss like King Crule, you losing–I, winning Outwitting Djinns and netting unlimited wishes Y'all timid commissions fishing for fish scale Frail cliques wishing my mission wasn't so strong armed Harming Impaling impaling 'em, like Vlad But never Barnum & Bailey 'em Glad rap but still Heisman a rapper Leave 'em like Thiesmann, Vince Young Steve McNair–dare to run sprints, son Their fates had other plans, my plate: Smothered yams, cornballs, and engineered beef Because you are what you speak But I ain't twins, peers, or leak What I eat, you ain't seeing mirages Your b**h look like she apple bobbin' Apple bottoms on the floor, you sobbin' Heart throbbin', hit her Apple–she pressed ignore Yo Loaf, what she pressed for? [Verse 4: Loaf] Blonde who*es, Ford explorers, and fourties (If looks could k**, she'd be Jason Voorhees) Cigarette ash getting caught on my gla**es Discarding trash in the back, kids packed With the ad libs, and pudding packs Stored the in the file labeled admin For the absence sipping absinthe Cathing heaties, August breeze Puff vernacular, contestants facing Galaga Crackers with Respect in the Acura Black lacquer, a flat rapper gets dap Dappered up, laugh it up, or swig laxes Storing hashes in candle waxes And sip of the sapid amber chalice Makes my sporadicity sporatic [Verse 5: nameless] Your world is ecclesiastic and plastic Worst fear Twitter hara**ing or bad acid Dagnabit, try evolving You level one a stalling, I should know I flaunt a Darwinian beard Got Amish hooked on my phonics Praying to me, slaying a lean Sardinian seer, hard hitting and weird You head scratching, bread lacking I fast with the hunger of Burkina Faso Yo teeny nozzle, lays docile, pa**e like Petey Pablo Or new New York, punish with Contrapa**o Leaving trust fund babies homeless lately With no spoon or fork, do you lampoon Bjork? Sure sounds like it, don't mic it Play the Ba**on sport No devious plots, cream of the crop Tying fiends inta' knots, got amoebas to bop No doubt–I am hip hop Cased dismissed, bring in the dancing lobsters Digital, pivotal flow heavier than the pants of Hoffa See yo b**h, Lancelot her But still a king author [Verse 6: Loaf] This the worst in it, inverted purge Of gold tinted, leave the third squinted My works written for earth tenets Affected nerves, witness the scourge of all fitness With the curb bitten You can call that a slurred finished Their words leak lies, we forge Sloppy copy rendered b sides On the east side, non deprived They couldn't rock the house if it were Seaside Plead minds to alter faults and Realize their altars is false When all hope is loss I count my losses [Verse 7: Namless] From Slauson to Zanzibar We perform and damage bars You might try and mismanage ours But this ain't for no half wits This Flagship, the new rap clique We beat Jason to the Golden Fleece And we roll out blunts in 24 carat golden leaf (Peace.)