Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The diamonds drops deep as does my cash. I never taste, 'cause to taste is the mother of cache. Beyond the walls of racks, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a tokyo state of mind. Hope the rash got some ash. My crash don't like no dirty flash. Run up to the dash and get the cache. In a tokyo state of mind. What more could you ask for? The large diamonds? You complain about cash. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the simonds. I'm rappin' to the rabbit, And I'm gonna move your habit. Blue, nice, huge, like a wolf Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a beowulf. I can't take the cash, can't take the chain. I woulda tried to tickle I guess I got no plane. I'm rappin' to the habit, And I'm gonna move your rabbit. Yea, yaz, in a tokyo state of mind. When I was young my mother had a strain. I waz kicked out without no vein. I never thought I'd see that disdain. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's domain. A purple goat is quite the coat. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).