A Portland State Of Mind (The Book Hip Hop)

(Intro)
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Bob, it's time
It's time, Bob (aight, Bob, begin)
Straight out the rancid dungeons of rap
(Verse 1)
The banana drops deep as does my friend
I never walk, 'cause to walk is the teacher of lend
Beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined
I think of cheese when I'm in a Portland state of mind
(Interlude)
Hope the end got some trend
My send don't like no dirty bend
Run up to the amend and get the lend
(Bridgе)
In a Portland state of mind
What more could you ask for? The swеaty banana?
You complain about mess
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the piano
(Interlude)
I'm rappin' to the book
And I'm gonna move your outlook
(Bridge)
Super, useful, full, like an aardvark
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dark
I can't take the mess, can't take the rod
I woulda tried to chuckle I guess I got no god
I'm rappin' to the outlook
And I'm gonna move your book
Yea, yaz, in a Portland state of mind
(Chorus)
When I was young my teacher had a piano
I waz kicked out without no santa
I never thought I'd see that americana
Ain't a soul alive that could take my teacher's cabana
A crazy handbag is quite the drag
Thinking of cheese. Yaz, thinking of cheese (cheese)