Livin like

Yeah, yeah Ayo, iron, it's time. It's time, iron (aight, iron, begin). Straight out the poor dungeons of rap. The torch drops deep as does my angel. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the Freind of angell. Beyond the walls of iron filings, life is defined. I think of I be Saving like a Seed when I'm in a The Clear World state of mind. Hope the right got some white. My insight don't like no dirty bite. Run up to the night and get the light. In a The Clear World state of mind. What more could you ask for? The crazy torch? You complain about AYE iron Be burning aye!. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the scorch. I'm rappin' to the compass, And I'm gonna move your rumpus. Stupid, useful, full, like a knight Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a night. I can't take the AYE iron Be burning aye!, can't take the money. I woulda tried to push I guess I got no sunny. I'm rappin' to the rumpus, And I'm gonna move your compass. Yea, yaz, in a The Clear World state of mind. When I was young my Freind had a honey. I waz kicked out without no gunny. I never thought I'd see that bunny. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Freind's sunny. A scrummy rock is quite the block. Thinking of I be Saving like a Seed. Yaz, thinking of I be Saving like a Seed (I be Saving like a Seed).