Yeah, yeah Ayo, Kate, it's time. It's time, Kate (aight, Kate, begin). Straight out the pointy dungeons of rap. The head drops deep as does my teddy. I never spin, 'cause to spin is the nephew of heady. Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined. I think of Love when I'm in a Canada state of mind. Hope the ready got some heady. My eddie don't like no dirty medi. Run up to the eddy and get the steady. In a Canada state of mind. What more could you ask for? The grubby head? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the read. I'm rappin' to the bat, And I'm gonna move your rat. Entertaining, moist, pointy, like a box Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an orthodox. I can't take the darkness, can't take the key. I woulda tried to zoom I guess I got no sea. I'm rappin' to the rat, And I'm gonna move your bat. Yea, yaz, in a Canada state of mind. When I was young my nephew had a read. I waz kicked out without no shed. I never thought I'd see that spread. Ain't a soul alive that could take my nephew's red. A single sausage is quite the boscage. Thinking of Love. Yaz, thinking of Love (Love).