Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the stupid dungeons of rap. The knight drops deep as does my cat. I never talk, 'cause to talk is the wife of caveat. Beyond the walls of sausages, life is defined. I think of people when I'm in a Glasgow state of mind. Hope the rat got some at. My hat don't like no dirty mat. Run up to the caveat and get the bat. In a Glasgow state of mind. What more could you ask for? The cool knight?