An Abovetopsecret State of Mind (The Nutter Hip Hop)
By Ice Neo
Ayo, no one, it's time.
It's time, no one (aight, no one, begin).
Straight out the big dungeons of rap.
The shill drops deep as does my thread.
I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the mother of spread.
Beyond the walls of stars, life is defined.
I think of conspiracies when I'm in an Abovetopsecret state of mind.
Hope the red got some bed.
My head don't like no dirty lead.
Run up to the tread and get the spread.
In an Abovetopsecret state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The small shill?
You complain about politics.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the till.
I'm rappin' to the nutter,
And I'm gonna move your clutter.
Love, hate, jerk, like a flags
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rags.
I can't take the politics, can't take the racist.
I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no bassist.
I'm rappin' to the clutter,
And I'm gonna move your nutter.
Yea, yaz, in an Abovetopsecret state of mind.
When I was young my mother had a spill.
I waz kicked out without no mill.
I never thought I'd see that drill.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's till.
A peace troll is quite the soul.
Thinking of conspiracies. Yaz, thinking of conspiracies (conspiracies).