Ride off in the Sunset - Haiku D'Etat, Zion I, Deuce Eclipse

Ride off in the sunset

No, we’re not done yet

More to accomplish

Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon

Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon

Race through the dotted lines

Blocking the sunshine

Using a sun visor

Eyes on the coastline

Won’t hit the side rail

No skidding in the gravel

Keep off the median

And watch the speed when travel

Slow by the big rigs

Oversize loads

With my eyes on

The Highway Patrol

Penalty for littering

And intentionally belittling

The Earth and our need to keep

Her clean by recycling

Ride off in the sunset

No, we’re not done yet

More to accomplish

Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon

Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon

… «el hombre, es el tu» Eclipse got you lit like a «sobre»

but still spits like a «cobre» (accent on cobra)

I’m seeing red and I can hear the crowd «Olé!»

SF to NY, there’s no change to hold me

Raised in my culture with the G-O-D movement

Looking at the sunset, it ain’t even begun yet

Worldwide area, we blow like a trumpet

I’m the caterpillar killer, raw spitter moving slow

Feeling my flows, I’m going with a, cop a blow

Lock and load on the low in the van with my folks

Worldwide in the tow for sure, staying low

My ambitions as a rider, pouring out my passions

Blast, living fast, praying, we don’t crash

Got a flask full of cash, always stuck in the dash

Thank the Lord for protection, watching over my ass

Ride off in the sunset

No, we’re not done yet

More to accomplish

Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon

Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon

I’m oblivious to ridiculous attempts to undermine what’s bigging up

L.A., the bay, CA all day wine pimp nigga

What I think of nuts like you should have been done given up

But you don’t know when to quit, and that’s why you don’t benefit

And all you exports and transplants have been to dick

I extort many tricks like you, the Judge, Jury

And Executioner Zion I, Deuce Eclipse and Haiku

But get it right fool, I’m in my snorps emcees is weak

East murderous herds wars

Kurdish warlords of hip hop word up

You all tuck in your tail before I pull your fucking skirt up

Yeah, we top notch coming in with the flock

Now I’mma do you while the party people watch

Yeah the beat knock the crack is in a black jack

We in a fed black, you better respect that

Western Pacifica, the brotherhood is in the building

Inter-building, first up the Kingdom

Sound boy drown boy deep in the pool of the thoughts

I don’t know what in the hell kind of fool you thought

I was, you was a duz far away from the fuzz

Aceyalone just get down because

Throwing up the dub, one love