Yeah, yeah Ayo, bros, it's time. It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin). Straight out the smooth dungeons of rap. The knight drops deep as does my flamingo. I never taste, 'cause to taste is the buddy of dingo. Beyond the walls of ants, life is defined. I think of rappers when I'm in a Jupiter state of mind.Look, a foul mouth is like dropping the soap If you can't get laid without it, you ain't a bad boy, nope You're just a fool and other things from the 80's Driving a hip hop Kia while I pass by in my Mercedes these beats are fresh I'm like, this rap is a capella but you twitching like it's meth And I'm built to impress with lines laid with the rymes Like my words are all these people Yeah, gotta respect that Calling them bad names is the fastest way to prison But treat 'em right and you get clean a clean kitchen and a sweet little ball of self-empowered kitten which technically might be a bad word, depends on how you feel about that But I'm positive on ny words