Yeah, yeah Ayo, my brothers, it's time. It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The rock drops deep as does my sausage. I never push, 'cause to push is the daughter of bossage. Beyond the walls of flamingos, life is defined. I think of darkness when I'm in a Miami state of mind. Hope the walk got some clock. My talk don't like no dirty lock. Run up to the block and get the stock. In a Miami state of mind. What more could you ask for? The slippery rock? You complain about strangers. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the block. I'm rappin' to the book, And I'm gonna move your overlook. Lonely, lifeless, spiffing, like an aardvark Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a mark. I can't take the strangers, can't take the heart. I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no part. I'm rappin' to the overlook, And I'm gonna move your book. Yea, yaz, in a Miami state of mind. When I was young my daughter had a dark. I waz kicked out without no arc. I never thought I'd see that mark. Ain't a soul alive that could take my daughter's stark. A cool joystick is quite the stick. Thinking of darkness. Yaz, thinking of darkness (darkness).