I haven't rapped with you in a long time, buddy.
Big baby,
big slimmy,
big Jimmy,
Bronco, balaclava, baklava,
holla holla.
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You already know it's Sergio.
Swing, swing.
Yeah, Sergio.
Yeah.
My phone blowing up because I've been missing for days.
I'm just flowing through these waves,
my torso covered in suede.
Six back to back Cadillacs looking like astronauts.
Don't wind me up, I have Shaq.
Pop out the jack and the box.
The tree ratchets in his jean jacket, bitch.
Don't even try to tell me how off the meat Rackham is.
You know the vibes, I'm slow motion
like I'm sniffing activists.
Till I explode off the turnbuckle
and cripple half your *.
You know Bam Bam Savage is *.
Ride with two pumps like Michael Chang shoes.
Till I
see angels,
I see the world from all angles.
And from a thin thread, my soul dangles just
like a mango.
Alpha Bravo.
Looking like your boy just won the lotto,
but then drowned every
dollar in a bottle.
And put a bunch of junk in his arm and his nose,
and in between his
toes.
Cause feeling good's the only thing he knows.
Feeling good's the only thing I know.
Feeling good's the only thing I know.
Thanks for all these graces that's replaced the plyme
Do I deserve it or not?
Now that's a different topic
I think I do though All these times I seen the planet Pluto
And when I get back,
I got no jet lag I'm wired different
The slightest thought of me inspires vision
And puts a smile on the face of a man that
knows he bout to die in prison I'm high and twisted
Some would say divine and mystic Cause
I could eat a bag of mushrooms and
still drive the stick shift Like Helio Castro Neves
Seeing psychedelic colors I'm a dead head Man,
why the rose on fire in my palm?
Like a saint for a made guy Blood drops falling from my eyes right on
the grade 5 I made life so now it's time for me to lay
in vibe Feel me?
I made life so now it's time for me to lay in vibe