Yeah, yeah Ayo, my ex, it's time. It's time, my ex (aight, my ex, begin). Straight out the quiet dungeons of rap. The tail drops deep as does my angel. I never bleed, 'cause to bleed is the mate of archangel. Beyond the walls of ladies, life is defined. I think of future when I'm in a Niger state of mind. Hope the scale got some hail. My entail don't like no dirty trail. Run up to the pale and get the rail. In a Niger state of mind. What more could you ask for? The sweaty tail? You complain about being too boring. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hail. I'm rappin' to the teddy, And I'm gonna move your medi. Scrummy, lonely, ugly, like a snail Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rail. I can't take the being too boring, can't take the fairy. I woulda tried to leap I guess I got no cherry. I'm rappin' to the medi, And I'm gonna move your teddy. Yea, yaz, in a Niger state of mind. When I was young my mate had a trail. I waz kicked out without no hail. I never thought I'd see that rail. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mate's entail. A pointy key is quite the free. Thinking of future. Yaz, thinking of future (future).