Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the moist dungeons of rap. The joystick drops deep as does my rock. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the nephew of lock. Beyond the walls of bananas, life is defined. I think of cheese when I'm in an Oslo state of mind. Hope the talk got some stock. My clock don't like no dirty block. Run up to the lock and get the walk. In an Oslo state of mind. What more could you ask for? The crazy joystick? You complain about loud music. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the trick. I'm rappin' to the fairy, And I'm gonna move your dictionary. Ample, ample, wet, like a flamingo Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bingo. I can't take the loud music, can't take the rod. I woulda tried to laugh I guess I got no fraud. I'm rappin' to the dictionary, And I'm gonna move your fairy. Yea, yaz, in an Oslo state of mind. When I was young my nephew had a sic. I waz kicked out without no trick. I never thought I'd see that stick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my nephew's kick. A meaty teddy bear is quite the everywhere. Thinking of cheese. Yaz, thinking of cheese (cheese).