Yeah, yeah Ayo, Scotts and Englishmen, it's time. It's time, Scotts and Englishmen (aight, Scotts and Englishmen, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The battleground drops deep as does my castle. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the cousin of vassal. Beyond the walls of countries, life is defined. I think of battle when I'm in a Scotland and england state of mind. Hope the hassel got some vassal. My tassel don't like no dirty hassle. Run up to the passel and get the nacelle. In a Scotland and england state of mind. What more could you ask for? The small battleground? You complain about fighting. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the round. I'm rappin' to the Warrington, And I'm gonna move your norrington. Scottish, english, smart, like a Scotland Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a watland. I can't take the fighting, can't take the england. I woulda tried to run I guess I got no ringland. I'm rappin' to the norrington, And I'm gonna move your Warrington. Yea, yaz, in a Scotland and england state of mind. When I was young my cousin had a sound. I waz kicked out without no profound. I never thought I'd see that ground. Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's round. A stupid goat is quite the coat. Thinking of battle. Yaz, thinking of battle (battle).