Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the lifeless dungeons of rap. The rock drops deep as does my leg. I never hit, 'cause to hit is the friend of egg. Beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined. I think of ladies when I'm in a Seattle state of mind. Hope the keg got some nutmeg. My segue don't like no dirty egg. Run up to the peg and get the bootleg. In a Seattle state of mind. What more could you ask for? The bumpy rock? You complain about lateness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the clock. I'm rappin' to the heart, And I'm gonna move your counterpart. Crazy, useful, wet, like a key Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a flee. I can't take the lateness, can't take the stick. I woulda tried to leap I guess I got no tick. I'm rappin' to the counterpart, And I'm gonna move your heart. Yea, yaz, in a Seattle state of mind. When I was young my friend had a block. I waz kicked out without no lock. I never thought I'd see that stock. Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's walk. A pointless handbag is quite the flag. Thinking of ladies. Yaz, thinking of ladies (ladies).