Yeah, yeah
Ayo, The people, it's time.
It's time, The people (aight, The people, begin).
Straight out the big dungeons of rap.
The leg drops deep as does my head.
I never leap, 'cause to leap is the mother of red.
Beyond the walls of pump, life is defined.
I think of bpc when I'm in a blockchain state of mind.
Hope the red got some lead.
My spread don't like no dirty read.
Run up to the shed and get the bed.
In a blockchain state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The power leg?
You complain about the game.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the keg.
I'm rappin' to the mouse,
And I'm gonna move your warehouse.
Chewy, pumping, wet, like an arm
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a firearm.
I can't take the fakers, can't take the rats.
I woulda tried to fast I guess I got no quest.
I'm rappin' to the warehouse,
And I'm gonna move your mouse.
Yea, yaz, in a blockchain state of mind.
When I was young my mother had an egg.
I waz kicked out without no bootleg.
I never thought I'd see that segue.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's nutmeg.
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