Lyrics

Ay, yo, I ain't drink soda no more for the most part But, yo, fuck America, fuck ya'll smokin' crack Shit is whack, try weed too, indeed Kool A.D., your boy give you what you need Collectivize labor, yo, that's a primary talking point Do the dishes both physically and metaphysically Trip in the glean of the moonlight Skip on the scene with the goon like stances your man's been to France and back I'm a handsome black man of a pale tone Do what I say cause I say so Nah, live your life it's whatever Do you, dummy, dum shiny, ridiculous Vic kick the trip [?] even as a vagabond Pirates of the Caribbean, man That's a real fact of history Aks your boy an honest question Next time you see the kid in actual [?], haha Only step out when the pay right Nah, jokes, yo, money is bullshit Anyway, I'm thinkin' maybe throw the fuckin' TV out the window Never mind, bruh, soy Indio-Africa Ya tu, mathematical style, magical, down with the fuckin' energy Feathery wings, angelical shreddin', hella clean Wild clean, nah (know what) mean? I'm a high beam flashin' a light on a wild dream Kool got five rings, twenty four seven a god hand Holdin' the time circle Oh my god, the rhyme be so peace infinity like Ya bless bless ya'll and it don't quit Cheeba, cheeba, ya'll Freak, freak, it's the peace god love fantastical, wow