Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the strong dungeons of rap. The torch drops deep as does my pineapple. I never chatter, 'cause to chatter is the girlfriend of snapple. Beyond the walls of pencils, life is defined. I think of buildings when I'm in a Mars state of mind. Hope the chapel got some grapple. My apple don't like no dirty snapple. Run up to the rappel and get the dapple. In a Mars state of mind. What more could you ask for? The delightful torch? You complain about lateness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the blo