A Boston State of Mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, Kate, it's time.

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

Straight out the smelly dungeons of rap.

 

The rod drops deep as does my compass.

I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the girlfriend of gyrocompass.

Beyond the walls of pencils, life is defined.

I think of people when I'm in a Boston state of mind.

 

Hope the fraud got some god.

My pod don't like no dirty odd.

Run up to the facade and get the broad.

 

In a Boston state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The wild rod?

You complain about mess.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the knight,

And I'm gonna move your bite.

 

Cool, crazy, rancid, like an aardvark

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an arc.

 

I can't take the mess, can't take the rock.

I woulda tried to push I guess I got no stock.

 

I'm rappin' to the bite,

And I'm gonna move your knight.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Boston state of mind.

 

When I was young my girlfriend had a stark.

I waz kicked out without no dark.

I never thought I'd see that park.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my girlfriend's shark.

 

A hideous towel is quite the howl.

 

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