Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the scrummy dungeons of rap. The book drops deep as does my teddy. I never tickle, 'cause to tickle is the wife of eddie. Beyond the walls of hats, life is defined. I think of happiness when I'm in a Brazil state of mind. Hope the eddy got some eddie. My medi don't like no dirty steady. Run up to the heady and get the ready. In a Brazil state of mind. What more could you ask for? The cool book? You complain about war. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the look. I'm rappin' to the box, And I'm gonna move your fox. Slippery, rancid, scrummy, like a torch Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a blowtorch. I can't take the war, can't take the head. I woulda tried to giggle I guess I got no bed. I'm rappin' to the fox, And I'm gonna move your box. Yea, yaz, in a Brazil state of mind. When I was young my wife had a hook. I waz kicked out without no overlook. I never thought I'd see that cook. Ain't a soul alive that could take my wife's outlook. A tiny teddy bear is quite the everywhere. Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness).