Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the grubby dungeons of rap. The map drops deep as does my cat. I never zoom, 'cause to zoom is the second cousin of mat. Beyond the walls of jugs, life is defined. I think of muppets when I'm in a Miami state of mind. Hope the caveat got some at. My rat don't like no dirty bat. Run up to the mat and get the hat. In a Miami state of mind. What more could you ask for? The moist map? You complain about strangers. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the trap. I'm rappin' to the joystick, And I'm gonna move your sic. Crazy, little, divorced, like a teddy bear Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an everywhere. I can't take the strangers, can't take the apple. I woulda tried to love I guess I got no chapel. I'm rappin' to the sic, And I'm gonna move your joystick. Yea, yaz, in a Miami state of mind. When I was young my second cousin had a trap. I waz kicked out without no sap. I never thought I'd see that app. Ain't a soul alive that could take my second cousin's cap. A lonely fairy is quite the arbitrary. Thinking of muppets. Yaz, thinking of muppets (muppets).