The state of mind

Yeah, yeah Ayo, My people, it's time. It's time, My people (aight, My people, begin). Straight out the super dungeons of rap. The Devil drops deep as does my Guns. I never Run, 'cause to Run is the Friend of tons. Beyond the walls of Muscles, life is defined. I think of death when I'm in a The alley state of mind. Hope the puns got some nones. My ones don't like no dirty buns. Run up to the runs and get the tons. In a The alley state of mind. What more could you ask for? The mild Devil? You complain about Uglyness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the crevalle. I'm rappin' to the school, And I'm gonna move your rule. Bad, cool, awesome, like a trash Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rash. I can't take the Uglyness, can't take the Football. I woulda tried to Jump I guess I got no wall. I'm rappin' to the rule, And I'm gonna move your school. Yea, yaz, in a The alley state of mind. When I was young my Friend had a cheville. I waz kicked out without no daredevil. I never thought I'd see that crevalle. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Friend's bevel. A wild trampoline is quite the lean. Thinking of death. Yaz, thinking of death (death).