star in night or light

Yeah, yeah Ayo, men, it's time. It's time, men (aight, men, begin). Straight out the quiet dungeons of rap. The joystick drops deep as does my bat. I never kiss, 'cause to kiss is the daughter of mat. Beyond the walls of monkeys, life is defined. I think of buildings when I'm in an Oslo state of mind. Hope the hat got some cat. My rat don't like no dirty at. Run up to the mat and get the caveat. In an Oslo state of mind. What more could you ask for? The sweaty joystick? You complain about war. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the stick. I'm rappin' to the light, And I'm gonna move your night. Crazy, yummy, mild, like a drum Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a gum. I can't take the war, can't take the leg. I woulda tried to kiss I guess I got no segue. I'm rappin' to the night, And I'm gonna move your light. Yea, yaz, in an Oslo state of mind. When I was young my daughter had a tick. I waz kicked out without no trick. I never thought I'd see that kick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my daughter's sic. A lifeless soap is quite the rope. Thinking of buildings. Yaz, thinking of buildings