darkned

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my people, it's time.

It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin).

Straight out the great dungeons of rap.

 

The chord drops deep as does my mouse.

I never natter, 'cause to natter is the lover of blouse.

Beyond the walls of knickers, life is defined.

I think of darkness when I'm in a california state of mind.

 

Hope the grouse got some warehouse.

My blouse don't like no dirty house.

Run up to the powerhouse and get the spouse.

 

In a california state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The hot chord?

You complain about cheatin.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the award.

 

I'm rappin' to the map,

And I'm gonna move your trap.

 

Amazing, lifeless, mild, like a joystick

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a tick.

 

I can't take the cheatin, can't take the handbag.

I woulda tried to travel I guess I got no drag.

 

I'm rappin' to the trap,

And I'm gonna move your map.

 

Yea, yaz, in a california state of mind.

 

When I was young my lover had a ward.

I waz kicked out without no record.

I never thought I'd see that accord.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my lover's cord.

 

A slippery rod is quite the facade.

 

Thinking of darkness. Yaz, thinking of darkness (darkness).