Meyhem Lauren & Daringer drop the “Black Pinot” song off their new collaborative project. The track which features Action Bronson was produced by Daringer.

Meyhem Lauren & Daringer Black Pinot

Meyhem Lauren and Daringer are revving up for the release of their new project, Black Vladimir, with the release of “Black Pinot” ft. Action Bronson. Daringer’s grimey East Coast production delivers an ominous feel. Meyhem Lauren and Action Bronson’s viscous flows paint harrowing images of the New York streets in the 90s.

Black Vladimir will arrive at midnight with appearances from Westside Gunn, Conway The Machine, Flee Lord, ELCamino, and Hologram.

Aside from the upcoming project, Meyhem Lauren has been showcasing his culinary skills with his new YouTube series, Flavor In Your Ear, which has developed a strong following over the years.

Meyhem Lauren & Daringer – Black Pinot (ft. Action Bronson) (prod. Daringer)

Lyrics

[Intro Sample]

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Yo, free Dave 118, free Ray TCM
Free my niggas doing bullets, free my niggas doing ten
Sipping black pinot made by a lady with a missing limb
We overeating while you motherfuckers getting thin
I’m outside looking flyer than a homerun
My right hand, that’s the shooter, he’s a known gun
My left hand’s my right hand ’cause I’m a southpaw
Disrespecting shit that I run in your house for
People fuck up, they say you’re changing if you don’t forgive ’em
I just forget ’em ’cause we moving at a different rhythm
Absorbing wisdom from the Socrates prism
As I breathe through the acropolis my life is never profitless
Shaving truffles on the ziti
Carlo Pazolini iced out the Nefertiti
Like shorties thick but petite, they got the little feet
Nobody wants your fucking bitch, she’s like the middle seat

[Chorus: Meyhem Lauren]
Sipping on the vino
Time to crack the black pinot
That’s how I move nigga
I’m a motherfuckin’ smooth nigga
Catch me on vacay holding the AK
Catch me on vacay holding the AK

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Yo, the fifties look just like some bagged up Venice
We had to roam, my niggas bagged up for years
If you was deep in the game we was really the same
Get the whip, hit the strip, blast Billy and Fame
I swear to God that was my daily routine, Dominican with cuisine
Mori Suyando 117 in Jamaica
Put yogi salt on rice and beans and then we get the paper
All my niggas had a Breitling and a Cuban
I still rock the same shit now but keep it moving
Advancing looking handsome
Cream Fila, my whole frame covered with lamb skin
Back in ’98 we used to rock Vans and diamonds dancing
My wrist does the mashed potato
Bag up zips, we take trips to Tobago
Moved the fuego, circulated and then we lay low
Dedicated to my niggas moving yayo

[Chorus: Meyhem Lauren]
Sipping on the Vino
Time to crack the black pinot
That’s how I move nigga
I’m a motherfuckin’ smooth nigga
Catch me on vacay holding the AK (It’s me)
Catch me on vacay holding the AK

[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
My shorty keep the gat in the Baby Phat jacket
Driving down the strip in a Audi backwards
I do my own stunts, hanging from the chapel with no fuss
Sword down my leg, always ready for the close up
Damn, a motherfucker done rose up
I throw the part in my hair like Moses
Big jewels, remote controllers
My whole damn life there’s no controllin’ ’em
Italian sportscars looking like soccer stars
The new moon means a new me
I see frackles in the mirror
That’s just my reflection when I hop out the Carrera
Smelling like jungle
Gold VVS’s, deep dishes doing kung-fu
If cop come I turn to Johnny Mumbles, shit