A Michigan State of Mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, friends, it's time.

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

Straight out the purple dungeons of rap.

 

The gun drops deep as does my potato.

I never run, 'cause to run is the mother of grow.

Beyond the walls of bikes, life is defined.

I think of weird when I'm in a Michigan state of mind.

 

Hope the grow got some hello.

My blow don't like no dirty show.

Run up to the snow and get the forego.

 

In a Michigan state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The poor gun?

You complain about dirty dishes.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the torch,

And I'm gonna move your scorch.

 

Stupid, wild, sharp, like a card

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

 

I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the stick.

I woulda tried to talk I guess I got no quick.

 

I'm rappin' to the scorch,

And I'm gonna move your torch.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Michigan state of mind.

 

When I was young my mother had an one.

I waz kicked out without no run.

I never thought I'd see that sun.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's fun.

 

A lonely head is quite the shed.

 

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