Yeah, yeah Ayo, Ryan, it's time. It's time, Ryan (aight, Ryan, begin). Straight out the Man dungeons of rap. The Plant drops deep as does my Life. I never Sleep, 'cause to Sleep is the Cousin of strife. Beyond the walls of Living, life is defined. I think of Hope when I'm in an Ireland state of mind. Hope the knife got some strife. My fife don't like no dirty wife. Run up to the rife and get the alewife. In an Ireland state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Rap Plant? You complain about Mirrors. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rant. I'm rappin' to the Gun, And I'm gonna move your fun. Big, Man, like a Kill Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bill. I can't take the Mirrors, can't take the Flip. I woulda tried to Walk I guess I got no dip. I'm rappin' to the fun, And I'm gonna move your Gun. Yea, yaz, in an Ireland state of mind. When I was young my Cousin had a rant. I waz kicked out without no grant. I never thought I'd see that aunt. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Cousin's scant. A Crap Fall is quite the hall. Thinking of Hope. Yaz, thinking of Hope (Hope