| Ride off in the sunset
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| No, we’re not done yet
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| More to accomplish
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| Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon
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| Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon
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| Race through the dotted lines
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| Blocking the sunshine
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| Using a sun visor
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| Eyes on the coastline
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| Won’t hit the side rail
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| No skidding in the gravel
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| Keep off the median
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| And watch the speed when travel
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| Slow by the big rigs
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| Oversize loads
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| With my eyes on
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| The Highway Patrol
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| Penalty for littering
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| And intentionally belittling
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| The Earth and our need to keep
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| Her clean by recycling
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| Ride off in the sunset
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| No, we’re not done yet
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| More to accomplish
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| Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon
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| Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon
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| … «el hombre, es el tu» Eclipse got you lit like a «sobre»
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| but still spits like a «cobre» (accent on cobra)
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| I’m seeing red and I can hear the crowd «Olé!»
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| SF to NY, there’s no change to hold me
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| Raised in my culture with the G-O-D movement
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| Looking at the sunset, it ain’t even begun yet
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| Worldwide area, we blow like a trumpet
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| I’m the caterpillar killer, raw spitter moving slow
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| Feeling my flows, I’m going with a, cop a blow
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| Lock and load on the low in the van with my folks
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| Worldwide in the tow for sure, staying low
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| My ambitions as a rider, pouring out my passions
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| Blast, living fast, praying, we don’t crash
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| Got a flask full of cash, always stuck in the dash
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| Thank the Lord for protection, watching over my ass
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| Ride off in the sunset
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| No, we’re not done yet
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| More to accomplish
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| Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon
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| Ultraviolet skies over in the horizon
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| I’m oblivious to ridiculous attempts to undermine what’s bigging up
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| L.A., the bay, CA all day wine pimp nigga
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| What I think of nuts like you should have been done given up
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| But you don’t know when to quit, and that’s why you don’t benefit
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| And all you exports and transplants have been to dick
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| I extort many tricks like you, the Judge, Jury
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| And Executioner Zion I, Deuce Eclipse and Haiku
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| But get it right fool, I’m in my snorps emcees is weak
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| East murderous herds wars
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| Kurdish warlords of hip hop word up
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| You all tuck in your tail before I pull your fucking skirt up
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| Yeah, we top notch coming in with the flock
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| Now I’mma do you while the party people watch
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| Yeah the beat knock the crack is in a black jack
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| We in a fed black, you better respect that
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| Western Pacifica, the brotherhood is in the building
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| Inter-building, first up the Kingdom
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| Sound boy drown boy deep in the pool of the thoughts
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| I don’t know what in the hell kind of fool you thought
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| I was, you was a duz far away from the fuzz
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| Aceyalone just get down because
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| Throwing up the dub, one love |