A RapYeah, yeah
Ayo, my people, it's time.
It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin).
Straight out the cool dungeons of rap.The rap drops deep as does my bat.
I never talk, 'cause to talk is the best friend's sister of caveat.
Beyond the walls of strippers, life is defined.
I think of darkness when I'm in a seoul state of mind.Hope the caveat got some mat.
My cat don't like no dirty hat.
Run up to the at and get the rat.In a seoul state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The quiet rap?
You complain about chickens.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the cap.I'm rappin' to the heart,
And I'm gonna move your start.Beautiful, sexy, crazy, like a cat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rat.I can't take the chickens, can't take the chord.
I woulda tried to nuzzle I guess I got no accord.I'm rappin' to the start,
And I'm gonna move your heart.Yea, yaz, in a seoul state of mind.
When I was young my best friend's sister had a map.
I waz kicked out without no snap.
I never thought I'd see that tap.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my best friend's sister's app.A bumpy teddy bear is quite the everywhere.
Thinking of darkness. Yaz, thinking of darkness (darkness).
By PepperMayes
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