Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The angel drops deep as does my dog. I never hit, 'cause to hit is the dad of dialogue. Beyond the walls of dogs, life is defined. I think of coco when I'm in a wisconsin state of mind. Hope the hog got some log. My dialogue don't like no dirty demagogue. Run up to the analog and get the frog. In a wisconsin state of mind. What more could you ask for? The brown angel? You complain about my room. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the black archangel. I'm rappin' to the book, And I'm gonna move your overlook. Black, sharp, little, like a box Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a fox. I can't take the my room, can't take the bed. I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no spread. I'm rappin' to the overlook, And I'm gonna move your book. Yea, yaz, in a wisconsin state of mind. When I was young my dad had a pox. I waz kicked out without no ox. I never thought I'd see that equinox. Ain't a soul alive that could take my dad's orthodox. A hairy bat is quite the caveat. Thinking of coco. Yaz, thinking of coco (coco).