Lyrics: Yeah, yeah Ayo, solider, it's time. It's time, solider (aight, solider, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The money drops deep as does my torch. I never kick, 'cause to kick is the mother of porch. Beyond the walls of monkeys, life is defined. I think of bad luck when I'm in an empty state of mind. Hope the at got some mat. My cat don't like no dirty bat. Run up to the caveat and get the hat. In an empty state of mind. What more could you ask for? The yummy money? You complain about war. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the blini. I'm rappin' to the knight, And I'm gonna move your night. Great, stupid, cool, like a rat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bat. I can't take the war, can't take the rock. I woulda tried to skip I guess I got no block. I'm rappin' to the night, And I'm gonna move your knight. Yea, yaz, in an empty state of mind. When I was young my mother had a gunny. I waz kicked out without no blini. I never thought I'd see that honey. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's bunny. A crazy head is quite the shed. Thinking of bad luck. Yaz, thinking of bad luck (bad luck).