Yeah, yeah Ayo, men, it's time. It's time, men (aight, men, begin). Straight out the wet dungeons of rap. The chord drops deep as does my aardvark. I never chat, 'cause to chat is the friend of park. Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined. I think of happiness when I'm in a Dublin state of mind. Hope the arc got some mark. My shark don't like no dirty dark. Run up to the park and get the stark. In a Dublin state of mind. What more could you ask for? The sharp chord? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the board. I'm rappin' to the joystick, And I'm gonna move your tick. Ugly, crazy, strong, like a tail Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a scale. I can't take the darkness, can't take the apple. I woulda tried to snooze I guess I got no dapple. I'm rappin' to the tick, And I'm gonna move your joystick. Yea, yaz, in a Dublin state of mind. When I was young my friend had a board. I waz kicked out without no award. I never thought I'd see that cord. Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's accord. A moist torch is quite the scorch