Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the great dungeons of rap. The light drops deep as does my knight. I never smile, 'cause to smile is the uncle of white. Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a London state of mind. Hope the light got some right. My white don't like no dirty bite. Run up to the night and get the insight. In a London state of mind. What more could you ask for? The beautiful light? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the white. I'm rappin' to the rock, And I'm gonna move your lock. Bright, cool, super, like a drum Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an income. I can't take the darkness, can't take the joystick. I woulda tried to bleed I guess I got no dick. I'm rappin' to the lock, And I'm gonna move your rock. Yea, yaz, in a London state of mind. When I was young my uncle had an insight. I waz kicked out without no white. I never thought I'd see that right. Ain't a soul alive that could take my uncle's site. A strong key is quite the free. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love