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Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Bob, it's time.
It's time, Bob (aight, Bob, begin).
Straight out the smelly dungeons of rap.
The tail drops deep as does my angel.
I never travel, 'cause to travel is the sister-in-law of black archangel.
Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined.
I think of buildings when I'm in a Houston state of mind.
Hope the hail got some entail.
My pale don't like no dirty rail.
Run up to the scale and get the trail.
In a Houston state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The mild tail?
You complain about lateness.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the scale.
I'm rappin' to the compass,
And I'm gonna move your gyrocompass.
Scrummy, moist, lonely, like a fairy
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an itinerary.
I can't take the lateness, can't take the stick.
I woulda tried to love I guess I got no kick.
I'm rappin' to the gyrocompass,
And I'm gonna move your compass.
Yea, yaz, in a Houston state of mind.
When I was young my sister-in-law had a contemporary.
I waz kicked out without no cherry.
I never thought I'd see that arbitrary.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister-in-law's dictionary.
A slippery snail is quite the scale.
Thinking of buildings. Yaz, thinking of buildings (buildings).
sorry i dun know what to write.
