Yeah, yeah Ayo, bros, it's time. It's time, bros (aight, ready, begin). Straight out the Tired dungeons of rap. The Spectre drops deep as does my Fade. I never shout, 'cause to shout is the Brother of cascade. Beyond the walls of Desert eagles, life is defined. I think of Force when I'm in a Death state of mind. Hope the blade got some grade. My cascade don't like no dirty trade. Run up to the aid and get the shade. In a Death state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Strong Spectre? You complain about Your life. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the director. I'm rappin' to the Diamond, And I'm gonna move your dymond. Tall, crazy, lifeless, like a Force Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a source. I can't take the Your life, can't take the Routine. I woulda tried to rap I guess I got no lean. I'm rappin' to the dymond, And I'm gonna move your Diamond. Yea, yaz, in a Death state of mind. When I was young my Brother had a sector. I waz kicked out without no nectar. I never thought I'd see that director. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Brother's specter. An emotionless Darkness is quite the starkness. Thinking of Force. Yaz, thinking of Force (Force).