Yeah, yeah Ayo, Kate, it's time. It's time, Kate (aight, Kate, begin). Straight out the scrummy dungeons of rap. The light drops deep as does my rock. I never run, 'cause to run is the sister of block. Beyond the walls of ants, life is defined. I think of people when I'm in a Boston state of mind. Hope the talk got some stock. My clock don't like no dirty lock. Run up to the block and get the walk. In a Boston state of mind. What more could you ask for? The chewy light? You complain about the cold. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the night. I'm rappin' to the heart, And I'm gonna move your counterpart. Entertaining, ugly, yummy, like a rat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a mat. I can't take the the cold, can't take the book. I woulda tried to chat I guess I got no crook. I'm rappin' to the counterpart, And I'm gonna move your heart. Yea, yaz, in a Boston state of mind. When I was young my sister had a white. I waz kicked out without no bite. I never thought I'd see that site. Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's night. A stupid drum is quite the thumb. Thinking of people. Yaz, thinking of people (people).