Ask and ye shall receive:
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, men, it's time.
It's time, men (aight, men, begin).
Straight out the lonely dungeons of rap.
The book drops deep as does my cat.
I never drink, 'cause to drink is the cousin of bat.
Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined.
I think of Dodo when I'm in a Portland state of mind.
Hope the at got some caveat.
My bat don't like no dirty mat.
Run up to the hat and get the rat.
In a Portland state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The lonely book?
You complain about volume.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the outlook.
I'm rappin' to the box,
And I'm gonna move your paradox.
Entertaining, crazy, cool, like a banana
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an anna.
I can't take the volume, can't take the bat.
I woulda tried to love I guess I got no hat.
I'm rappin' to the paradox,
And I'm gonna move your box.
Yea, yaz, in a Portland state of mind.
When I was young my cousin had a hook.
I waz kicked out without no look.
I never thought I'd see that cook.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's crook.
A lifeless stick is quite the dick.
Thinking of Dodo. Yaz, thinking of Dodo (Dodo).