Yeah, yeah
Ayo, men, it's time
It's time, men (aight, men, begin)
Straight out the ugly dungeons of rap

The joystick drops deep as does my stick
I never eat, 'cause to eat is the lover of dick
Beyond the walls of shoes, life is defined
I think of people when I'm in a Devon state of mind

Hope the trick got some dick
My tick don't like no dirty sic
Run up to the kick and get the quick

In a Devon state of mind
What more could you ask for? The tiny joystick?
You complain about mess
I gotta love it though
somebody still speaks for the stick

I'm rappin' to the cat
And I'm gonna move your hat

Chewy, mild, sharp, like a tail
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an entail

I can't take the mess, can't take the chord
I woulda tried to laugh I guess I got no record

I'm rappin' to the hat
And I'm gonna move your cat

Yea, yaz, in a Devon state of mind

When I was young my lover had a sic
I waz kicked out without no trick
I never thought I'd see that dick
Ain't a soul alive that could take my lover's tick

A crazy light is quite the insight

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