Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my brothers, it's time
It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin)
Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap

The heart drops deep as does my bat
I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the lover of mat
Beyond the walls of thoughts, life is defined
I think of darkness when I'm in a new Orleans state of mind

Hope the hat got some caveat
My cat don't like no dirty at
Run up to the rat and get the mat

In a new Orleans state of mind
What more could you ask for? The lifeless heart?
You complain about war
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the part

I'm rappin' to the rock
And I'm gonna move your lock

Sharp, pointless, delightful, like a head
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a red

I can't take the war, can't take the torch
I woulda tried to cry I guess I got no blowtorch
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