Yeah, yeah Ayo, bros, it's time. It's time, bros (aight, my bros begin The controller drops deep as does my joystick. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the mother of sic. Beyond the walls of games, life is defined. I think of Games when I'm in an America state of mind. Hope the tick got something sick. My trick don't like no dirty sic. Run up to the kick and get the stick. In an America state of mind. What more could you ask for? The big controller? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the comptroller. I'm rappin' to the book, And I'm gonna move your look. Super, amazing, strong, like a computer Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a router. I can't take the darkness, can't take the torch. I woulda tried to spin I guess I got no blowtorch. I'm rappin' to the look, And I'm gonna move your book. Yea, yaz, in an America state of mind. When I was young my mother had a roller. I waz kicked out without no toler. I never thought I'd see that molar. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's comptroller. A beautiful rock is quite the talk. Thinking of Games. Yaz, thinking of Games (Games).