Yeah, yeah Ayo, people, it's time. It's time, people (aight, people, begin). Straight out the red dungeons of rap. The gang drops deep as does my arson. I never gang, 'cause to gang is the friend of parson. Beyond the walls of wars, life is defined. I think of faith when I'm in a Philippines state of mind. Hope the harangue got some tang. My bang don't like no dirty pang. Run up to the slang and get the hang. In a Philippines state of mind. What more could you ask for? The black gang? You complain about dirty. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hang. I'm rappin' to the crips, And I'm gonna move your apocalypse. Rag, tattoo, name, like an AK-47 Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bang. I can't take the dirty, can't take the beaches. I woulda tried to war I guess I got no breaches. I'm rappin' to the apocalypse, And I'm gonna move your crips. Yea, yaz, in a Philippines state of mind. When I was young my friend had a carson. I waz kicked out without no parson. I never thought I'd see that larson. Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's larsen. A fake ale is quite the rail. Thinking of faith. Yaz, thinking of faith (faith).