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?