Yeah, yeah Ayo, neighbours, it's time. It's time, neighbours (aight, neighbours, begin). Straight out the sweaty dungeons of rap. The apple drops deep as does my rock. I never chatter, 'cause to chatter is the uncle of talk. Beyond the walls of bikes, life is defined. I think of rappers when I'm in an england state of mind. Hope the stock got some lock. My walk don't like no dirty clock. Run up to the talk and get the block. In an england state of mind. What more could you ask for? The yummy apple? You complain about rain. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the snapple. I'm rappin' to the light, And I'm gonna move your night. Grubby, pointy, ample, like a soap Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an envelope. I can't take the rain, can't take the leg. I woulda tried to taste I guess I got no keg. I'm rappin' to the night, And I'm gonna move your light. Yea, yaz, in an england state of mind. When I was young my uncle had a rappel. I waz kicked out without no snapple. I never thought I'd see that pineapple. Ain't a soul alive that could take my uncle's dapple. A chewy snail is quite the scale. Thinking of rappers. Yaz, thinking of rappers (rappers).