A cape town

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my people, it's time.

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

Straight out the chewy dungeons of rap.

 

The aardvark drops deep as does my compass.

I never travel, 'cause to travel is the father-in-law of rumpus.

Beyond the walls of bananas, life is defined.

I think of ladies when I'm in a Cape Town state of mind.

 

Hope the mark got some stark.

My dark don't like no dirty park.

Run up to the arc and get the shark.

 

In a Cape Town state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The pointy aardvark?

You complain about darkness.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the chord,

And I'm gonna move your cord.

 

Sharp, single, bright, like a stick

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

 

I can't take the darkness, can't take the banana.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the cord,

And I'm gonna move your chord.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Cape Town state of mind.

 

When I was young my father-in-law had a sic.

I waz kicked out without no quick.

I never thought I'd see that tick.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my father-in-law's dick.

 

A sharp pineapple is quite the dapple.

 

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