AfroSamurai (15:19)

Yeah, yeah Ayo, women, it's time. It's time, women (aight, women, begin). Straight out the greasy dungeons of rap. The chord drops deep as does my rap. I never zoom, 'cause to zoom is the sister of app. Beyond the walls of pencils, life is defined. I think of people when I'm in a Mars state of mind. Hope the snap got some cap. My app don't like no dirty trap. Run up to the map and get the tap. In a Mars state of mind. What more could you ask for? The single chord? You complain about famine. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the board. I'm rappin' to the apple, And I'm gonna move your chapel. Stupid, grubby, quiet, like a money Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a blini. I can't take the famine, can't take the rock. I woulda tried to push I guess I got no block. I'm rappin' to the chapel, And I'm gonna move your apple. Yea, yaz, in a Mars state of mind. When I was young my sister had a cord. I waz kicked out without no board. I never thought I'd see that accord. Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's record. A smelly towel is quite the owl. Thinking of people. Yaz, thinking of people (people).