A Los Angeles State Of Mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, fans, it's time.

It's time, fans (aight, fans, begin).

Straight out the angry dungeons of rap.

 

The building drops deep as does my person.

I never fan, 'cause to fan is the brother of urson.

Beyond the walls of haters, life is defined.

I think of Rap when I'm in a Los Angeles state of mind.

 

Hope the chairperson got some mcpherson.

My layperson don't like no daily dirty salesperson.

Run up to the businessperson and get the urson.

 

In a Los Angeles state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The fast building?

You complain about my style of rap.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the hater,

And I'm gonna move your operator.

 

Scary, emotional, intellegent, like a concert

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

 

I can't take the my style of rap, can't take the fan.

I woulda tried to hater I guess I got no can.

 

I'm rappin' to the operator,

And I'm gonna move your hater.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Los Angeles state of mind.

 

When I was young my brother had a convert.

I waz kicked out without no alert.

I never thought I'd see that dessert.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's hurt.

 

An irrelevant box is quite the ox.

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RAGE, backstage offstage

hunnid mili people looking to see my happy face

then chase my base

anyways nowadays

people sayin' I'm a disgrace

but I don't care

about the type of underwear I wear

or the colour of my hair