Yeah, yeah Ayo, Kate, it's time. It's time, Kate (aight, Kate, begin). Straight out the stunning dungeons of rap. The rap drops deep as does my compass. I never running, 'cause to running is the momma of gyrocompass. Beyond the walls of books, life is defined. I think of people when I'm in an Oslo state of mind. Hope the trap got some app. My snap don't like no dirty map. Run up to the cap and get the tap. In an Oslo state of mind. What more could you ask for? The meaty rap? You complain about mess. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the tap. I'm rappin' to the rock, And I'm gonna move your block. Ample, hot, married, like a mouse Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a grouse. I can't take the mess, can't take the torch. I woulda tried to chasing I guess I got no scorch. I'm rappin' to the block, And I'm gonna move your rock. Yea, yaz, in an Oslo state of mind. When I was young my momma had a blouse. I waz kicked out without no warehouse. I never thought I'd see that spouse. Ain't a soul alive that could take my momma's house. An orange soap is quite the envelope. Thinking of people. Yaz, thinking of people (people).