lill negus: crime time

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 table drops deep as does my chair. I never run, 'cause to run is the father of fare. Beyond the walls of bikes, life is defined. I think of hope when I'm in a malta state of mind. Hope the fare got some fair. My bear don't like no dirty care. Run up to the air and get the wear. In a malta state of mind. What more could you ask for? The small table? You complain about dirty rime. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the able. I'm rappin' to the lime, And I'm gonna move your prime. Thin, thikk, red, like a brule Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a tool. I can't take the dirty rime, can't take the orange. I woulda tried to sprint I guess I got no porridge. I'm rappin' to the prime, And I'm gonna move your lime. Yea, yaz, in a malta state of mind. When I was young my father had a sable. I waz kicked out without no cable. I never thought I'd see that enable. Ain't a soul alive that could take my father's stable. A green crime is quite the time. Thinking of hope. Yaz, thinking of hope (hope