Surfs Up

All groovy, until the tide comes in, like the end of the reel in all movies.

Bubbling and heating up, I'm a bigger deal than your jacuzzi.

You act like that Bear 'n the Bird, playing sad songs; Banjo Kazooie.

Team wit me like Venom, Carnage, Blob; What I mean is all Oozies.

Goin in circles with me you're bound to fall, that's all doozies.

Call me what you want, bottom line is I only react to how y'all do me.

Trouble doin' things myself, even for my health and you think that y'all can move me?

You'll wipe out tryin' to check my chin, if that's what you want, come with it then.

If you don't wanna be out boxed, or outsourced I suggest that you don't box me in.

Why you tryin' to ride my wave, when you know that you can't hang 10.

No racists, that's fact's, and that's why we can't ever begin.

Trying to keep me quiet won't work, because it's self evident.

Trying to keep me in Hell because you know that I'm Heaven sent.

I don't need crooked dollars or oppressed red cents.

But in that sense..

Since you wanted to take it all and leave me hangin'...

What goes around comes around, here's your Karma back then..