tip toe

Yeah, yeah

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).