Yeah, yeah Ayo, women, it's time. It's time, women (aight, women, begin). Straight out the ugly dungeons of rap. The mouse drops deep as does my pain. I never run, 'cause to run is the nephew of domain. Beyond the walls of ants, life is defined. I think of muppets when I'm in a Cape Town state of mind. Hope the domain got some strain. My plane don't like no dirty disdain. Run up to the vein and get the train. In a Cape Town state of mind. What more could you ask for? The delightful mouse? You complain about rain. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the warehouse. I'm rappin' to the leg, And I'm gonna move your bootleg. Entertaining, big, bumpy, like an aardvark Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an arc. I can't take the rain, can't take the torch. I woulda tried to laugh I guess I got no scorch. I'm rappin' to the bootleg, And I'm gonna move your leg. Yea, yaz, in a Cape Town state of mind. When I was young my nephew had a spouse. I waz kicked out without no grouse. I never thought I'd see that warehouse. Ain't a soul alive that could take my nephew's house. A big sausage is quite the boskage. Thinking of muppets. Yaz, thinking of muppets