Japan

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, bros, it's time.

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

Straight out the strong dungeons of rap.

 

The rod drops deep as does my angel.

I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the son of black archangel.

Beyond the walls of thoughts, life is defined.

I think of rappers when I'm in a Japan state of mind.

 

Hope the god got some facade.

My pod don't like no dirty odd.

Run up to the fraud and get the broad.

 

In a Japan state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The lifeless rod?

You complain about war.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the light,

And I'm gonna move your site.

 

Mild, smooth, beautiful, like a torch

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

 

I can't take the war, can't take the pixie.

I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no nixie.

 

I'm rappin' to the site,

And I'm gonna move your light.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Japan state of mind.

 

When I was young my son had a bite.

I waz kicked out without no white.

I never thought I'd see that insight.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my son's site.

 

A rancid chord is quite the record.

 

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