Yeah, yeah Ayo, my brothers, it's time. It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin). Straight out the lifeless dungeons of rap. The book drops deep as does my stick. I never cry, 'cause to cry is the sister of dick. Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined. I think of happiness when I'm in an England state of mind. Hope the trick got some sic. My dick don't like no dirty tick. Run up to the quick and get the kick. In an England state of mind. What more could you ask for? The hairy book? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hook. I'm rappin' to the key, And I'm gonna move your c. Great, big, strong, like a cat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a hat. I can't take the darkness, can't take the bat. I woulda tried to wash I guess I got no rat. I'm rappin' to the c, And I'm gonna move your key. Yea, yaz, in an England state of mind. When I was young my sister had a hook. I waz kicked out without no cook. I never thought I'd see that overlook. Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's crook. A tiny chord is quite the record. Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness).