Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the mild dungeons of rap. The snail drops deep as does my heart. I never kick, 'cause to kick is the aunt of smart. Beyond the walls of men, life is defined. I think of lakes when I'm in a London state of mind. Hope the art got some start. My part don't like no dirty smart. Run up to the chart and get the counterpart. In a London state of mind. What more could you ask for? The rancid snail? You complain about dirty dishes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hail. I'm rappin' to the tail, And I'm gonna move your rail. Bright, smelly, pointless, like a banana Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a piano. I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the joystick. I woulda tried to chuckle I guess I got no dick. I'm rappin' to the rail, And I'm gonna move your tail. Yea, yaz, in a London state of mind. When I was young my aunt had a pale. I waz kicked out without no rail. I never thought I'd see that hail. Ain't a soul alive that could take my aunt's entail. A pointy leg is quite the bootleg. Thinking of lakes. Yaz, thinking of lakes (lakes)