Yeah, yeah Ayo, bros, it's time. It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin). Straight out the sharp dungeons of rap. The leg drops deep as does my torch. I never roam, 'cause to roam is the sister of scorch. Beyond the walls of pants, life is defined. I think of happiness when I'm in a south africa state of mind. Hope the bootleg got some egg. My peg don't like no dirty keg. Run up to the nutmeg and get the segue. In a south africa state of mind. What more could you ask for? The grubby leg? You complain about snow. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the peg. I'm rappin' to the banana, And I'm gonna move your piano. Big, smelly, amazing, like a pixie Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a nixie. I can't take the snow, can't take the map. I woulda tried to run I guess I got no trap. I'm rappin' to the piano, And I'm gonna move your banana. Yea, yaz, in a south africa state of mind. When I was young my sister had a cap. I waz kicked out without no app. I never thought I'd see that tap. Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's snap. A quiet chord is quite the cord. A quiet soap is quite the hope Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness).