Slipping through reality, coming out the other side
Falling through the infinite abyss that you call your mind
Opening a gateway to an astral plane within
These are the teachings of a man called "Susso Jim"
He'll take you to the afterlife, maybe the one before
His mangled hands are knocking on your door
His eye-sight stretches far beyond our current universe
His existence can be taken as a blessing or a curse
He's disguised himself as one of us
So he felt like he belonged
He got kicked out of heaven
For doing everything wrong
No motivation, no rhythm and no rhyme
Last week he blew up South Town, for a good time
The god of funk is never gonna stop
Your mind is floating all over the shop
Spaced so far out, that I've spaced back in
The one and only Susso Jim!