Revelstoke state of mind

Yeah, yeah 1 st rap song 
Ayo, Gucci flips, it's time.
It's time, Gucci flips (aight, Gucci flips, begin).
Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The sketchers drops deep as does my noodles.
I never walk, 'cause to walk is the instructor of doodles.
Beyond the walls of me, life is defined.
I think of witchs when I'm in a Revelstoke state of mind. Hope the skiff got some whiff.
My riff don't like no dirty stiff.
Run up to the sniff and get the cliff. In a Revelstoke state of mind. What more could you ask for? The blue sketchers?
You complain about chesse.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the stretchers. I'm rappin' to the you,
And I'm gonna move your eschew. Scotty raps, in, the, like a boobs
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a pubes. I can't take the chesse, can't take the if.
I woulda tried to rapping I guess I got no riff. I'm rappin' to the eschew,
And I'm gonna move your you. Yea, yaz, in a Revelstoke state of mind. When I was young my instructor had a purview.
I waz kicked out without no eschew.
I never thought I'd see that blue.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my instructor's queue. A house show is quite the flow. Thinking of witchs. Yaz, thinking of witchs (witchs).