Next Level

Yeah, yeah Ayo, the crowd, it's time. It's time, the crowd (aight, the crowd, begin). Straight out the bright dungeons of rap. The joystick drops deep as does my rock. I never eat, 'cause to eat is the son of stock. Beyond the walls of pencils, life is defined. I think of weed when I'm in a space state of mind. Hope the block got some clock. My stock don't like no dirty talk. Run up to the lock and get the walk. In a space state of mind. What more could you ask for? The stupid joystick? You complain about my rap. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the sick. I'm rappin' to the tail, And I'm gonna move your hail. Crazy, entertaining, ugly, like a heart Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a part. I can't take the my rap, can't take the box. I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no pox. I'm rappin' to the hail, And I'm gonna move your tail. Yea, yaz, in a space state of mind. When I was young my dog was a prick I waz kicked out without no stick. I never thought I'd see that shit. Ain't a soul alive that could take my dogs stick A single fairy is quite the ancillary. Thinking of weed. Yaz, thinking of weed (weed).