America state of mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, homies, it's time.

It's time, homies (aight, homies, begin).

Straight out the blue dungeons of rap.

 

The tail drops deep as does my angel.

I never speed, 'cause to speed is the uncle of angell.

Beyond the walls of dog, life is defined.

I think of suicide when I'm in an America state of mind.

 

Hope the hail got some pale.

My trail don't like no dirty entail.

Run up to the scale and get the rail.

 

In an America state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The suicide tail?

You complain about me.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the joystick,

And I'm gonna move your quick.

 

Fake friends, death, money, like a flamingo

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

 

I can't take the me, can't take the towel.

I woulda tried to loosing my mind I guess I got no prowl.

 

I'm rappin' to the quick,

And I'm gonna move your joystick.

 

Yea, yaz, in an America state of mind.

 

When I was young my uncle had a prowl.

I waz kicked out without no owl.

I never thought I'd see that howl.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my uncle's foul.

 

A crips pixie is quite the trixie.

 

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