• Written by user947434888
Ayo, women, it's time.
It's time, women (aight, women, begin).
Straight out of the chewy dungeons of rap.
The knight drops deep as does my heart.
I never natter, 'cause to natter is the wife of art.
Beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined.
I think of hammers when I'm in a New Orleans state of mind.
Hope the art got some counterpart.
My start doesn't like no dirty chart.
Run up to the smart and get the part.
In a New Orleans state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The divorced knight?
You complain about snow.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the white.
I'm rappin' to the banana,
And I'm gonna move your arcana.
Bumpy, divorced, stunning, like an angel
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a black archangel.
I can't take the snow, can't take the map.
I woulda tried to natter I guess I got no tap.
I'm rappin' to the arcana,
And I'm gonna move your banana.
Yea, Yaz, in a New Orleans state of mind.
When I was young my wife had an insight.
I was kicked out without no light.
I never thought I'd see that night.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my wife's right.
A strong apple is quite the dapple.
Thinking of hammers. Yaz, thinking of hammers (hammers).