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- Yeah, yeah
- Ayo, Gaia, it's time.
- It's time, Gaia (aight, Gaia, begin).
- Straight out the cool dungeons of rap.
- The Skill drops deep as does my Cookie.
- I never mash, 'cause to mash is the therapist of hookey.
- Beyond the walls of monkeys, life is defined.
- I think of chips when I'm in a Stockholm state of mind.
- Hope the spill got some will.
- My mill don't like no dirty bill.
- Run up to the drill and get the till.
- In a Stockholm state of mind.
- What more could you ask for? The moist Skill?
- You complain about too sexy.
- I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the will.
- I'm rappin' to the torch,
- And I'm gonna move your porch.
- Great, sweaty, beautiful, like a rap
- Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an app.
- I can't take the too sexy, can't take the box.
- I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no pox.
- I'm rappin' to the porch,
- And I'm gonna move your torch.
- Yea, yaz, in a Stockholm state of mind.
- When I was young my therapist had a tap.
- I waz kicked out without no map.
- I never thought I'd see that app.
- Ain't a soul alive that could take my therapist's trap.
- A wet light is quite the right.
- Thinking of chips. Yaz, thinking of chips (chips).
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