Yeah, yeah
Ayo, men, it's time.
It's time, men (aight, men, begin).
Straight out the mild dungeons of rap.
The rat drops deep as does my pain.
I never kick, 'cause to kick is the teacher of disdain.
Beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined.
I think of people when I'm in a Russia state of mind.
Hope the plane got some disdain.
My strain don't like no dirty train.
Run up to the domain and get the vein.
In a Russia state of mind.What more could you ask for? The moist rat?
You complain about the heat.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bat.
I'm rappin' to the heart,
And I'm gonna move your part.
Hot, cool, lonely, like a leg
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an egg.
I can't take the the heat, can't take the box.
I woulda tried to talk I guess I got no fox.
I'm rappin' to the part,
And I'm gonna move your heart.
Yea, yaz, in a Russia state of mind.
When I was young my teacher had an at.
I waz kicked out without no bat.
I never thought I'd see that caveat.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my teacher's hat.
A crazy chord is quite the ward.