Yeah, yeah Ayo, neighbours, it's time. It's time, neighbours (aight, neighbours, begin). Straight out the useful dungeons of rap. The knight drops deep as does my box. I never mash, 'cause to mash is the accountant of paradox. Beyond the walls of gloves, life is defined. I think of pianos when I'm in a Prague state of mind. Hope the ox got some orthodox. My equinox don't like no dirty fox. Run up to the paradox and get the pox. In a Prague state of mind. What more could you ask for? The entertaining knight? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the right. I'm rappin' to the joystick, And I'm gonna move your kick. Hairy, pointless, greasy, like an apple Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a snapple. I can't take the darkness, can't take the angel. I woulda tried to push I guess I got no archangel. I'm rappin' to the kick, And I'm gonna move your joystick. Yea, yaz, in a Prague state of mind. When I was young my accountant had a white. I waz kicked out without no light. I never thought I'd see that bite. Ain't a soul alive that could take my accountant's right. A bright book is quite the cook. Thinking of pianos. Yaz, thinking of pianos (pianos).