Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap. The stick drops deep as does my rod. I never run, 'cause to run is the buddy of fraud. Beyond the walls of Cars, life is defined. I think of rappers when I'm in a London state of mind. Hope the pod got some odd. My broad don't like no dirty facade. Run up to the god and get the fraud. In a London state of mind. What more could you ask for? The strong stick? You complain about loud music. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the quick. I'm rappin' to the knight, And I'm gonna move your site. Stupid, amazing, sharp, like a bat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a hat. I can't take the loud music, can't take the joystick. I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no sic. I'm rappin' to the site, And I'm gonna move your knight. Yea, yaz, in a London state of mind. When I was young my buddy had a kick. I waz kicked out without no sic. I never thought I'd see that tick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my buddy's sick. A hot light is quite the fight. Thinking of rappers. Yaz, thinking of rappers (rappers).