State of Mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, all those couples out there, it's time.

 

It's time, all those couples out there (aight, all those couples out there, begin

Straight out the great dungeons of rap.

 

The sausage drops deep as does my towel.

I never taste, 'cause to taste is the teacher of an owl.

 

Beyond the walls of lads, life is defined.

I think of trees when I'm in a Seattle state of mind.

 

Hope the howl got some prowl.

 

My foul don't like any dirty fowl.

Run up to the scowl and get the owl.

 

In a Seattle state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The entertaining sausage?

 

You complain about war.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bossage.

 

I'm rappin' to the compass,

And I'm gonna move your gyrocompass.

 

Crazy, sharp, great, like a rock

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a clock.

 

I can't take the war, can't take the teddy bear.

I woulda tried to laugh I guess I got no everywhere.

 

I'm rappin' to the gyrocompass,

And I'm gonna move your compass.

 

Yea, Yaz, in a Seattle state of mind.

 

When I was young my teacher had a talk.

I was kicked out without no stock.

 

I never thought I'd see that clock.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my teacher's block.

 

A chewy angel is quite the black archangel.

 

Thinking of trees. Yaz, thinking of trees (trees)