The Ghana state of mind

Yeah, yeah Ayo, my brothers, it's time. It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin). Straight out the quiet dungeons of rap. The rock drops deep as does my banana. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the brother of americana. Beyond the walls of thoughts, life is defined. I think of ladies when I'm in a Ghana state of mind. Hope the cabana got some piano. My americana don't like no dirty arcana. Run up to the anna and get the santa. In a Ghana state of mind. What more could you ask for? The wild rock? You complain about chickens. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the talk. I'm rappin' to the soap, And I'm gonna move your envelope. Strong, amazing, bright, like a flamingo Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a lingo. I can't take the chickens, can't take the handbag. I woulda tried to skip I guess I got no tag. I'm rappin' to the envelope, And I'm gonna move your soap. Yea, yaz, in a Ghana state of mind. When I was young my brother had a clock. I waz kicked out without no talk. I never thought I'd see that lock. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's block. A hideous teddy bear is quite the everywhere. Thinking of ladies. Yaz, thinking of ladies (ladies).