yeah, yeah Ayo, neighbours, it's time. It's time, neighbours (aight, neighbours, begin). Straight out the pointless dungeons of rap. The gun drops deep as does my leg. I never bleed, 'cause to bleed is the buddy of segue. Beyond the walls of melons, life is defined. I think of children when I'm in a Sierra Leone state of mind. Hope the peg got some bootleg. My nutmeg don't like no dirty keg. Run up to the segue and get the egg. In a Sierra Leone state of mind. What more could you ask for? The smelly gun? You complain about war. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the one. I'm rappin' to the cat, And I'm gonna move your hat. Full, big, lonely, like a drum Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a gum. I can't take the war, can't take the broadsword. I woulda tried to cry I guess I got no accord. I'm rappin' to the hat, And I'm gonna move your cat. Yea, yaz, in a Sierra Leone state of mind. When I was young my buddy had a sun. I waz kicked out without a ton. I never thought I'd see that run. Ain't a soul alive that could take my buddy's fun. A crazy knight is quite the light. Thinking of children. Yaz, thinking of children (children).