Lyrics Change - ClockClock

By LiL Plant
A Rap
An America State of Mind (The Map Hip Hop)
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, bros, it's time.
It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin).
Straight out the entertaining dungeons of rap.

The sausage drops deep as does my handbag.
I never laugh, 'cause to laugh is the great uncle of drag.
Beyond the walls of curtains, life is defined.
I think of people when I'm in an America state of mind.

Hope the bag got some flag.
My rag don't like no dirty drag.
Run up to the lag and get the tag.

In an America state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The super sausage?
You complain about lateness.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bossage.

I'm rappin' to the map,
And I'm gonna move your app.

Married, bumpy, strong, like a gun
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a pun.

I can't take the lateness, can't take the cat.
I woulda tried to sing I guess I got no rat.

I'm rappin' to the app,
And I'm gonna move your map.

Yea, yaz, in an America state of mind.

When I was young my great uncle had a fun.
I waz kicked out without no ton.
I never thought I'd see that sun.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my great uncle's pun.

A smooth flamingo is quite the bingo.

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