Lyrics
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
Verse 1
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
Chorus
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
Verse 2
… «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
Verse 3
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
Chorus
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
Verse 4
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
Verse 5
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