Yeah, yeah
Ayo, My People, it's time.
It's time, My People (aight, My People, begin).
Straight out the Burner dungeons of rap. The Base drops deep as does my Ace.
I never 86, 'cause to 86 is the Cousin of space.
Beyond the walls of Guns, life is defined.
I think of Love when I'm in an Arizona state of mind. Hope the place got some grace.
My case don't like no dirty space.
Run up to the base and get the face. In an Arizona state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Banger Base?
You complain about Making Money.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the grace. I'm rappin' to the Fluid,
And I'm gonna move your zooid. Crack, Hood, Heezy, like a plain
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a strain. I can't take the Making Money, can't take the surmise.
I woulda tried to Bail Out I guess I got no advise. I'm rappin' to the zooid,
And I'm gonna move your Fluid. Yea, yaz, in an Arizona state of mind. When I was young my Cousin had a face.
I waz kicked out without no race.
I never thought I'd see that case.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Cousin's grace. A Yung Druid is quite the seminal fluid. Thinking of Love. Yaz, thinking of Love (Love). NEGottem