Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Myself, it’s time
It’s time, Myself (aight, Myself, begin)
Straight out the Small dungeons of rap
The hen drops deep as does my Skates
I never Tricks, ’cause to Tricks is the Bother of traits
Beyond the walls of Rolar blades, life is defined
I think of rolalr blades when I’m in a Minneapolis state of mind
Hope the gates got some coordinates
My traits don’t like no dirty states
Run up to the straits and get the rates
In a Minneapolis state of mind
What morе could you ask for? The Big hen?
You complain about Crabby peoplе
I gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the pen
I’m rappin’ to the tricks
And I’m gonna move your nix
Bottom, Top, Half, like a blades
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an accolades
I can’t take the Crabby people, can’t take the rap
I woulda tried to Skating I guess I got no cap
I’m rappin’ to the nix
And I’m gonna move your tricks
Yea, yaz, in a Minneapolis state of mind
When I was young my Bother had an aides
I waz kicked out without no accolades
I never thought I’d see that trades
Ain’t a soul alive that could take my Bother’s shades
A Medium Phone is quite the tone
Thinking of rolalr blades. Yaz, thinking of rolalr blades (rolalr blades)
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