Yeah, yeah Ayo, bros, it's time. It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin). Straight out the ugly dungeons of rap. The pixie drops deep as does my light. I never push, 'cause to push is the mate of night. Beyond the walls of forks, life is defined. I think of buildings when I'm in an utah state of mind. Hope the white got some bite. My insight don't like no dirty night. Run up to the site and get the right. In an utah state of mind. What more could you ask for? The crazy pixie? You complain about the heat. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the dixie. I'm rappin' to the knight, And I'm gonna move your light. Sharp, hot, cool, like a leg Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bootleg. I can't take the the heat, can't take the banana. I woulda tried to zoom I guess I got no vroom. I'm rappin' to the light, And I'm gonna move your knight. Yea, in an utah state of mind. When I was young my mate had an egg. I waz kicked out without no head. I never thought I'd see that bootleg. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mate's peg. An entertaining stick is quite the tick. Thinking of buildings. Yaz, thinking of buildings (buildings).