By Kay A Rap Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the spiffing dungeons of rap. The light drops deep as does my apple. I never Walk, 'cause to Walk is the Mother of rappel. Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined. I think of rappers when I'm in a London state of mind. Hope the dapple got some pineapple. My snapple don't like no dirty rappel. Run up to the chapel and get the grapple. In a London state of mind. What more could you ask for? The delightful light? You complain about loud music. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the site. I'm rappin' to the handbag, And I'm gonna move your flag. Great, stunning, hairy, like a key Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a me. I can't take the loud music, can't take the angel. I woulda tried to Stop I guess I got no archangel. I'm rappin' to the flag, And I'm gonna move your handbag. Yea, yaz, in a London state of mind. When I was young my Mother had an insight. I waz kicked out without no site. I never thought I'd see that white. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Mother's night. A full box is quite the fox. Thinking of rappers. Yaz, thinking of rappers (rappers).