And we just keep goin! Yeah! And we just keep goin! Yeah/
And we just keep goin! And we just keep goin! And we just keep goin! Uh!/

And we just keep goin! Yeah! And we just keep goin! Ha!/
And we just keep goin! And we just keep goin! And we just keep…/

Uh,
My name is Gabriel Rima, I fuckin’ rhyme good!/
Why did I decided to even try it? Dawg, I could!/
Was it a poor investment? Was it a bad move?/
That’s a good question, dude, how bout I ask you?/
That’s cute… you actually answered./
Like it matters what you have to say about being a rapper./
Dawg, it’s a passion. Uh! It’s pretty fun./
It’s a god given mission from the sun. My tongue,/
It runs circles in my head when I try ta sleep./
It hops hurdles with led tied around its feet./
I founf a beat, and I wrote it to utopia./
Exploded like a holy supernova into golden dust!/
A poet must erupt, such is the way./
A poet must paint his pain upon the page./
Deranged rage and strange love contains us./
Poets blades open those veins up./
Uh… You see, I must express, cut the flesh./
You see, I must invest my mothafuckin’ best,/
To correct it… with a hella fresh sentence./
Zen Zigga Zen Za Ziggity Zen Tempest!!!/
I send fists of flame inta ya brain, then/
I piss on ya ta put out the flame on ya brain stem./
Like Amen, dawg, it’s showerin gold./
My urine’ll impower the soul flowers’ll grow/
Outta your third eye from now til when time ends,/
All because I peed on your third eye’s lense./
I lend… a hand to my friends/
When I see that they’re stranded on an island./
I end… the words right here,/
Because this is where my words end… PEACE!/
I end… the words right here,/
Because this is where my words end…/

***PSYCHE!

I’ma write raps til my backs sore./
Calmikaze, I’m a colossal Velociraptor./
You didn’t answer, so I’m breakin’ down the back door,/
Like a task force that’s stationed in the Iraq War./
Uh… Except, actually, I’m not./
Honestly, I’d rather be rappin’ and smokin’ pot./
…Ya see, I really like to laugh a lot./
I live in a castle in a land called Camelot./
You can call me Lancelot. I am a strange man./
I am an astronaut. I am a space man./
I got a ray gun. I got a spray can./
I’m just about as fucked in the brain as Ronald Rey-gan./
So fuckin’ raise ya hands towards the sky!/
I dare you to act like you’re actually alive!/
What… I said, raise ya hands towards the sky!
I dare you to act like you’re actually alive!
I said, raise ya hands towards the sky!/
I dare you to act like you’re actually alive!/
What… I said, raise ya hands towards the sky!/
I dare you to act like…/

Uh, uh…
Yo, I’m a crazy New Mexican. Call me Walter White./
Kickin back, readin Walt Whitman, sippin on a pint./
Some people say that I’m a softy, well… not quite./
That is just the version of myself that you all liked./
See, all my life, there has been a storm brewin’./
A rage that I have cultivated as a poor human./
A lotta forests have been ruined. Many lives broke./
A lotta people have been doomed since they were zygotes./
Many abuses of needs and our dignity,/
And often it’s the innocent indigenous particularly, see…/
This is the straw that broke the camel’s back./
So bring the thunder, and the dragon, and the avalanche./
And, yo, I’m sorry for the people in their cabbage patch,/
But it’s bout time for the planet to take the power back./
Imagine that… another angry activist/
Jackin off his anger on a track, just flappin lips./

So keep laughin’, days keep passin’,/
Labor all day, and waste sweet passion./
Keep chattin’, feet keep draggin.’/
Just keep waitin’, one day it’ll happen./

Keep laughin’, days keep passin’,/
Labor all day, and waste sweet passion./
Keep chattin’, feet keep draggin.’/
Just keep waitin’, one day it’ll happen./

Keep laughin’, days keep passin’,/
Labor all day, and waste sweet passion./
Keep chattin’, feet keep draggin.’/
Just keep waitin’, one day it’ll happen./