Damage (21:04)

Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the pointy dungeons of rap. The fun drops deep as does my angel. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the mom of archangel. Beyond the walls of thoughts, life is defined. I think of money when I'm in an Austin state of mind. Hope the run got some ton. My sun don't like no dirty pun. Run up to the gun and get the one. In an Austin state of mind. What more could you ask for? The strong fun? You complain about poverty. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the pun. I'm rappin' to the heart, And I'm gonna move your art. Super, bright, bumpy, like a light Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a site. I can't take the poverty, can't take the box. I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no fox. I'm rappin' to the art, And I'm gonna move your heart. Yea, yaz, in an Austin state of mind. When I was young my mom had a night. I waz kicked out without no insight. I never thought I'd see that white. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mom's right. A tiny key is quite the tree. Thinking of money. Yaz, thinking of money (money).