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Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my brothers, it's time.

It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin).

Straight out the hot dungeons of rap.

 

The knight drops deep as does my banana.

I never chuckle, 'cause to chuckle is the second cousin of americana.

Beyond the walls of chaps, life is defined.

I think of hammers when I'm in a Jupiter state of mind.

 

Hope the cabana got some americana.

My santa don't like no dirty anna.

Run up to the arcana and get the piano.

 

In a Jupiter state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The wet knight?

You complain about the heat.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the snail,

And I'm gonna move your trail.

 

Poor, crazy, super, like a leg

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

 

I can't take the the heat, can't take the teddy.

I woulda tried to sail I guess I got no eddie.

 

I'm rappin' to the trail,

And I'm gonna move your snail.

 

Yea, ya, in a Jupiter state of mind.

 

When I was young my second cousin had a right.

I was kicked out without no insight.

I never thought I'd see that bite.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my second cousin's night.

 

A big fairy is quite the ancillary.

 

Thinking of hammers. Ya, thinking of hammers (hammers).