Yeah, yeah Ayo, women, it's time. It's time, women (aight, women, begin). Straight out the Zayden dungeons of rap. The head drops deep as does my cd. I never travel, 'cause to travel is the teacher of key. Beyond the walls of Bumbs, life is defined. I think of buildings when I'm in a Chicago state of mind. Hope the tree got some free. My me don't like no dirty sea. Run up to the key and get the c. In a Chicago state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Malik head? You complain about mess. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the shed. I'm rappin' to the key, And I'm gonna move your tree. Keith, silas, Kash, like a teddy bear Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an everywhere. I can't take the mess, can't take the heart. I woulda tried to natter I guess I got no start. I'm rappin' to the tree, And I'm gonna move your key. Yea, yaz, in a Chicago state of mind. When I was young my teacher had a read. I waz kicked out without no bed. I never thought I'd see that red. Ain't a soul alive that could take my teacher's lead. A Jd rock is quite the stock. Thinking of buildings. Yaz, thinking of buildings (buildings).