A The Roads State of Mind (The Street Hip Hop)



By Roadman Rass

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, Aznee, it's time.

It's time, Aznee (aight, Aznee, begin).

Straight out the Large dungeons of rap.

The Weed drops deep as does my Shank.

I never Flex, 'cause to Flex is the G of rank.

Beyond the walls of G´s, life is defined.

I think of Rizzla when I'm in a The Roads state of mind.

Hope the tank got some blank.

My frank don't like no dirty flank.

Run up to the rank and get the bank.

In a The Roads state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The Muffin Weed?

You complain about Tories.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the blank.

I'm rappin' to the Street,

And I'm gonna move your beat.

Black, Smoke, Aidsy, like a Muffin

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a mcguffin.

I can't take the Tories, can't take the hen.

I woulda tried to poppy I guess I got no den.

I'm rappin' to the beat,

And I'm gonna move your Street.

Yea, yaz, in a The Roads state of mind.

When I was young my G had a meet.

I waz kicked out without no beat.

I never thought I'd see that treat.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my G's seat.

A Pumpy Bread is quite the red.

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