#my_first Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the pointy dungeons of rap. The rock drops deep as does my fairy. I never sing, 'cause to sing is the brother of contemporary. Beyond the walls of girls, life is defined. I think of girls when I'm in a Miami state of mind. Hope the contemporary got some dictionary. My itinerary don't like no dirty arbitrary. Run up to the ancillary and get the cherry. In a Miami state of mind. What more could you ask for? The crazy rock? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the clock. I'm rappin' to the angel, And I'm gonna move your archangel. Great, quiet, sharp, like a light Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a night. I can't take the darkness, can't take the rod. I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no broad. I'm rappin' to the archangel, And I'm gonna move your angel. Yea, yaz, in a Miami state of mind. When I was young my brother had a stock. I waz kicked out without no lock. I never thought I'd see that block. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's walk. A tiny knight is quite the light. Thinking of girls. Yaz, thinking of girls (girls).