#new #one #rap Yeah, yeah Ayo, my brothers, it's time. It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin). Straight out the super dungeons of rap. The key drops deep as does my book. I never zoom, 'cause to zoom is the mate of crook. Beyond the walls of gloves, life is defined. I think of rappers when I'm in an India state of mind. Hope the hook got some crook. My look don't like no dirty cook. Run up to the outlook and get the overlook. In an India state of mind. What more could you ask for? The sexy key? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the sea. I'm rappin' to the sausage, And I'm gonna move your boskage. Strong, big, great, like a light Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a right. I can't take the darkness, can't take the map. I woulda tried to bleed I guess I got no sap. I'm rappin' to the boskage, And I'm gonna move your sausage. Yea, yaz, in an India state of mind. When I was young my mate had a sea. I waz kicked out without no me. I never thought I'd see that free. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mate's c. A crazy cat is quite the at. Thinking of rappers. Yaz, thinking of rappers (rappers).