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Yeah, yeah Ayo, Bob, it's time. It's time, Bob (aight, Bob, begin). Straight out the great dungeons of rap. The leg drops deep as does my teddy. I never talk, 'cause to talk is the accountant of heady. Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined. I think of pianos when I'm in a Cardiff state of mind. Hope the medi got some ready. My heady don't like no dirty eddy. Run up to the steady and get the eddie. In a Cardiff state of mind. What more could you ask for? The greasy leg? You complain about strangers. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the nutmeg. I'm rappin' to the rat, And I'm gonna move your mat. Smooth, chewy, spiffing, like a knight Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a light. I can't take the strangers, can't take the banana. I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no anna. I'm rappin' to the mat, And I'm gonna move your rat. Yea, yaz, in a Cardiff state of mind. When I was young my accountant had an egg. I waz kicked out without no segue. I never thought I'd see that nutmeg. Ain't a soul alive that could take my accountant's bootleg. A sharp key is quite the flee.
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Yeah, yeah Ayo, Bob, it's time. It's time, Bob (aight, Bob, begin). Straight out the great dungeons of rap. The leg drops deep as does my teddy. I never talk, 'cause to talk is the accountant of heady. Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined. I think of pianos when I'm in a Cardiff state of mind. Hope the medi got some ready. My heady don't like no dirty eddy. Run up to the steady and get the eddie. In a Cardiff state of mind. What more could you ask for? The greasy leg? You complain about strangers. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the nutmeg. I'm rappin' to the rat, And I'm gonna move your mat. Smooth, chewy, spiffing, like a knight Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a light. I can't take the strangers, can't take the banana. I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no anna. I'm rappin' to the mat, And I'm gonna move your rat. Yea, yaz, in a Cardiff state of mind. When I was young my accountant had an egg. I waz kicked out without no segue. I never thought I'd see that nutmeg. Ain't a soul alive that could take my accountant's bootleg. A sharp key is quite the flee.
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