Trippin’ in the Sky Example (Ft. DJ Yoda)

[Verse 1]
Oh shit, you're like Jeepers Creepers
Jesus Christ, look at his lips, they're like leeches
I out preach the preachers with seamless speeches
Can see I'm just one of God's heavenly creatures
From West Lon' to these golden beaches
Put a finishing touch like cream does to peaches
Your guns are needless, my words are ammo
All the trapping shit is giving me the hump like a camel
1247 gigs, 62 countries, they said I wasn't big
They said I wasn't relevant
Now I'm standin' in the room like elephant
Leading by example but you can call me Elliot
Covid got me rhyming for the hell of it
Hip, house, rap, rave, always keep it elegant
Tryna stay alive, hope somebody teach me
Music game still fucked, R-I-P Avicii

[Chorus]
You know I kick it when I bring it
Let me sing it for the night
And I be spittin' to the rhythm
While we trippin' in the sky
You'll be giving it this
And I'll be giving that
I always bring the magic
Pulling rabbits out of the hat
You get me spittin' to the rhythm
We'll be trippin' in the sky