Yeah, yeah Ayo, enemies, it's time. It's time, enemies (aight, enemies. Straight out the full dungeons of rap. The Handbag drops deep as does my Head. I never Shoot, 'cause to Shoot is the Teacher of lead. Beyond the walls of Guns, life is defined. I think of Death when I'm in a Compton state of mind. Hope the read got some red. My spread don't like no dirty shed. Run up to the bed and get the lead. In a Compton state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Crazy Handbag? You complain about Guns. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rag. I'm rappin' to the teddy, And I'm gonna move your steady. Sharp, lifeless, meaty,body like a Light Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an insight. I can't take the Guns, can't take the door. I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no bore. I'm rappin' to the steady, And I'm gonna move your teddy. Yea, yaz, in a Compton state of mind. When I was young my Teacher had a drag. I waz kicked out without no tag. I never thought I'd see that flag. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Teacher's rag. A single key is quite the c. Thinking of Death. Yaz, thinking of Death (Death).