Mars

Ayo, Rappers, it's time
It's time, Rappers (aight, Rappers, begin)
Straight out the full dungeons of rap

The chord drops deep as does my shoe
I never roam, 'cause to roam is the uncle of eschew
Beyond the walls of aardvarks, life is defined
I think of people when I'm in a Mars state of mind

Hope the view got some blue
My purview don't like no dirty hew
Run up to the eschew and get the pursue

In a Mars state of mind
What more could you ask for? The stunning chord?
You complain about mess
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the board

I'm rappin' to the handbag
And I'm gonna move your drag

Moist, poor, great, like a rock
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a clock

I can't take the mess, can't take the key
I woulda tried to spin I guess I got no me

I'm rappin' to the drag
And I'm gonna move your handbag

Yea, yaz, in a Mars state of mind

When I was young my uncle had a record
I waz kicked out without no ward
I never thought I'd see that accord
Ain't a soul alive that could take my uncle's cord

A crazy drum is quite the income

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