Yeah, yeah It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin). Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap. The heart drops deep as does my angel. I never kiss, 'cause to kiss is the brother of black archangel. Beyond the walls of iron filings, life is defined. I think of darkness when I'm in a west coast state of mind. Hope the chart got some counterpart. My start don't like no dirty smart. Run up to the part and get the art. In a west coast state of mind. What more could you ask for? The strong heart? You complain about famine. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the smart. I'm rappin' to the knight, And I'm gonna move your white. Great, super, sharp, like a light Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an insight. I can't take the famine, can't take the compass. I woulda tried to love I guess I got no rumpus. I'm rappin' to the white, And I'm gonna move your knight. Yea, yaz, in a west coast state of mind. When I was young my brother had a night. I waz kicked out without no right. I never thought I'd see that bite. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's insight. A bright map is quite the trap. Thinking of darkness. Yaz, thinking of darkness (darkness). Produced by marz.
