Yeah, yeah Ayo, my family, it's time. It's time, my family (aight, my family, begin). Straight out the lonely dungeons of rap. The Bumble drops deep as does my love. I never hit, 'cause to hit is the spouse of belove. Beyond the walls of came, life is defined. I think of being humble when I'm in a humble state of mind. Hope the glove got some foxglove. My truelove don't like no dirty dove. Run up to the belove and get the shove. In a humble state of mind. What more could you ask for? The moist Bumble? You complain about being humble. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rumble. I'm rappin' to the humble, And I'm gonna move your crumble. Rancid, wild, entertaining, like a cheese Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an ease. I can't take the being humble, can't take the hen. I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no den. I'm rappin' to the crumble, And I'm gonna move your humble. Yea, yaz, in a humble state of mind. When I was young my spouse had a rumble. I waz kicked out without no crumble. I never thought I'd see that humble. Ain't a soul alive that could take my spouse's fumble. A pointless amen is quite the zen. Thinking of being humble. Yaz, thinking of being humble (being humble).