Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the little dungeons of rap. The book drops deep as does my bat. I never hit, 'cause to hit is the mate of rat. Beyond the walls of monkeys, life is defined. I think of life when I'm in a London state of mind. Hope the rat got some hat. My caveat don't like no dirty cat. Run up to the at and get the mat. In a London state of mind. What more could you ask for? The useful book? You complain about my friend. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the overlook.