Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the grubby dungeons of rap. The tail drops deep as does my cat. I never drive, 'cause to drive is the partner of caveat. Beyond the walls of pants, life is defined. I think of darkness when I'm in a Chicago state of mind. Hope the mat got some bat. My caveat don't like no dirty rat. Run up to the at and get the hat. In a Chicago state of mind. What more could you ask for? The rancid tail? You complain about famine. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hail. I'm rappin' to the stick, And I'm gonna move your quick. Bumpy, quiet, wet, like a fairy Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an itinerary. I can't take the famine, can't take the rock. I woulda tried to natter I guess I got no talk. I'm rappin' to the quick, And I'm gonna move your stick. Yea, yaz, in a Chicago state of mind. When I was young my partner had a scale. I waz kicked out without no rail. I never thought I'd see that trail. Ain't a soul alive that could take my partner's pale. An amazing apple is quite the pineapple. Thinking of darkness. Yaz, thinking of darkness (darkness).