Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, everyone, it's time.
It's time, everyone (aight, everyone, begin).
Straight out the beautiful dungeons of rap.
The head drops deep as does my heart.
I never roam, 'cause to roam is the cousin of chart.
Beyond the walls of thoughts, life is defined.
I think of love when I'm in an America state of mind.
Hope the part got some chart.
My smart don't like no dirty art.
Run up to the start and get the counterpart.
In an America state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The strong head?
You complain about poverty.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the spread.
I'm rappin' to the drum,
And I'm gonna move your sum.
Cool, hideous, crazy, like a key
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a tree.
I can't take the poverty, can't take the rock.
I woulda tried to sail I guess I got no lock.
I'm rappin' to the sum,
And I'm gonna move your drum.
Yea, yaz, in an America state of mind.
When I was young my cousin had a read.
I waz kicked out without no lead.
I never thought I'd see that shed.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's bed.
A stunning light is quite the right.
Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).
