Yeah, yeah Ayo, My friends, it's time. It's time, My friends (aight, My friends, begin). Straight out the Tall dungeons of rap. The Money drops deep as does my Fame. I never drink, 'cause to drink is the Cousin of frame. Beyond the walls of Movies, life is defined. I think of Fame when I'm in a London state of mind. Hope the game got some claim. My frame don't like no dirty aim. Run up to the lame and get the name. In a London state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Rich Money? You complain about Laziness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the sunny. I'm rappin' to the Food, And I'm gonna move your shrewd. Great, useful, strong, like a Game Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a frame. I can't take the Laziness, can't take the box. I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no paradox. I'm rappin' to the shrewd, And I'm gonna move your Food. Yea, yaz, in a London state of mind. When I was young my Cousin had a gunny. I waz kicked out without no sunny. I never thought I'd see that honey. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Cousin's bunny. A delightful kalpa is quite the talpa. Thinking of Fame. Yaz, thinking of Fame (Fame).