The Schuylerville State Of Mind The Joystick Hip Hop by DaringCrabBBX Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, men, it's time
It's time, men (aight, men, begin)
Straight out the divorced dungeons of rap

The knight drops deep as does my snail
I never hit, 'cause to hit is the nephew of scale
Beyond the walls of wood shavings, life is defined
I think of Hope when I'm in a Schuylerville state of mind

Hope the entail got some scale
My pale don't like no dirty rail
Run up to the trail and get the hail

In a Schuylerville state of mind
What more could you ask for? The ample knight?
You complain about snow
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bite

I'm rappin' to the joystick
And I'm gonna move your tick
Chewy, quiet, delightful, like a torch
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a blowtorch

I can't take the snow, can't take the bat
I woulda tried to chat I guess I got no caveat

I'm rappin' to the tick
And I'm gonna move your joystick

Yea, yaz, in a Schuylerville state of mind

When I was young my nephew had a light
I waz kicked out without no bite
I never thought I'd see that white
Ain't a soul alive that could take my nephew's right

A bumpy banana is quite the americana

Thinking of Hope. Yaz, thinking of Hope (Hope)