A Ghost City State of Mind (The Cat Hip Hop)
By The Invisible Man
A Rap
By The Invisible Man
A Rap
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, all those couples out there, it's time.
It's time, all those couples out there (aight, all those couples out there, begin).
Straight out the pointless dungeons of rap.
The pineapple drops deep as does my book.
I never kick, 'cause to kick is the brother-in-law of hook.
Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined.
I think of people when I'm in a Ghost City state of mind.
Hope the hook got some cook.
My outlook don't like no dirty brook.
Run up to the look and get the crook.
In a Ghost City state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The wild pineapple?
You complain about lateness.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the snapple.
I'm rappin' to the cat,
And I'm gonna move your hat.
Useful, stunning, hideous, like a key
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a tea.
I can't take the lateness, can't take the torch.
I woulda tried to smoke I guess I got no scorch.
I'm rappin' to the hat,
And I'm gonna move your cat.
Yea, yaz, in a Ghost City state of mind.
When I was young my brother-in-law had a snapple.
I waz kicked out without no appel.
I never thought I'd see that scrapple.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother-in-law's chapel.
An ample stick is quite the slick.
Thinking of people. Yaz, thinking of people (people).
