Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the yummy dungeons of rap. The angel drops deep as does my light. I never talk, 'cause to talk is the uncle of bite. Beyond the walls of wood shavings, life is defined. I think of hope when I'm in a Ripley, ohio state of mind. Hope the night got some white. My site don't like no dirty bite. Run up to the right and get the insight. In a Ripley, ohio state of mind. What more could you ask for? The wild angel? You complain about life. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the angell. I'm rappin' to the torch, And I'm gonna move your blowtorch. Entertaining, meaty, entertaining, like a teddy Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an eddy. I can't take the life, can't take the map. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no snap. I'm rappin' to the blowtorch, And I'm gonna move your torch. Yea, yaz, in a Ripley, ohio state of mind. When I was young my uncle had a steady. I waz kicked out without no medi. I never thought I'd see that heady. Ain't a soul alive that could take my uncle's ready. An ugly snail is quite the hail. Thinking of hope. Yaz, thinking of hope (hope