Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the quiet dungeons of rap. The compass drops deep as does my flamingo. I never talk, 'cause to talk is the mother of lingo. Beyond the walls of sausages, life is defined. I think of challenge when I'm in an india state of mind. Hope the facade got some fraud. My odd don't like no dirty god. Run up to the broad and get the pod. In an india state of mind. What more could you ask for? The hideous compass? You complain about no money. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the gyrocompass. I'm rappin' to the joystick, And I'm gonna move your kick. Stupid, crazy, strong, like a rod Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a facade. I can't take the no money, can't take the light. I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no night. I'm rappin' to the kick, And I'm gonna move your joystick. Yea, yaz, in an india state of mind. When I was young my mother had a night. I waz kicked out without no fight. I never thought I'd see that bite. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's insight. A great pixie is quite the trixie. Thinking of challenge. Yaz, thinking of challenge (challenge).