Yeah, yeah Ayo, niki, it's time. It's time, niki (aight, niki, begin). Straight out the quiet dungeons of rap. The sausage drops deep as does my snail. I never chat, 'cause to chat is the mom of pale. Beyond the walls of motorcycles, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a minnesota state of mind. Hope the trail got some scale. Mine pale don't like no dirty hail. Run up to the entail and get the rail. In a minnesota state of mind. What more could you ask for? The beautiful sausage? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bossage. I'm rappin' to the fairy, And I'm gonna move your contemporary. Ugly, big, bumpy, like a rod Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a facade. I can't take the darkness, can't take the pain. I woulda tried to smash I guess I got no strain. I'm rappin' to the contemporary, And I'm gonna move your fairy. Yea, yaz, in a minnesota state of mind. When I was young my mom had a god. I waz kicked out without no broad. I never thought I'd see that pod. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mom's odd. An useful torch is quite the blowtorch. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).