Skygod Shellshock

I woke up this morning, put on my Sunday shoes.
Don't ask me why it's just the nature of my groove.
I larged down the boulevard, came under attack.
But I rocked them senseless, cause honey it's tight like that, good God.

I hung a left down to Leman's Avenue.
Stagger Lee's everywhere, trying to bring me doom, oh no.
And that Ol' Scratch he tried to purchase this soul.
But that don't confront me, cause I'm never in the need of a payroll, step back.

And all you know-it-alls with politic views,
Ideals don't situate themselves in His groove.
So if you wanna know then ya, just got to ask.
But if you don't lose that skin, you'll never be tight like that

Oh don't try to sell me, your New Age guru trouble.
Cause I'm already reeling doing that good time gospel shuffle.
And all this thumping, about some Armageddon,
Ain't no big deal, cause I already hang with him.