Her

Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the black dungeons of rap. The box drops deep as does my rod. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the cousin of pod. Beyond the walls of bikes, life is defined. I think of rapping when I'm in a Kentucky state of mind. Hope the broad got some odd. My fraud don't like no dirty pod. Run up to the god and get the facade. In a Kentucky state of mind. What more could you ask for? The orange box? You complain about mess. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the paradox. I'm rappin' to the towel, And I'm gonna move your prowl. Big, tiny, wild, like an angel Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an archangel. I can't take the mess, can't take the joystick. I woulda tried to goth I guess I got no tick. I'm rappin' to the prowl, And I'm gonna move your towel. Yea, yaz, in a Kentucky state of mind. When I was young my cousin had a paradox. I waz kicked out without no pox. I never thought I'd see that equinox. Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's fox. A grass pixie is quite the dixie. Thinking of rapping. Yaz, thinking of rapping (rapping).