Russia state of mind(volume 2)

yeah,yeah Ayo,my thraser, it's time. it's time my brothers (alright,my brothers,begin) straight out the mantle dungeons of rap The drum drops deep as does my tail. I never roam,to roam is the father-in-law of trail. Beyond the walls of chaps,life is defined. I think of buildings when I'm in a Russia state of Mind. Hope the entail got some trail my scale don't like no dirty pale Run up to the rail and the Hail. In a Russia state of Mind What more could you ask for? The married drum? you complain about ass I gotta love it though somebody still speaks for the thumb