A Busan State of Mind (The Head Hip Hop) By saza Takuji

A Busan State of Mind (The Head Hip Hop)

By Saza Takuji

A Rap

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my people, it's time.
It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin).
Straight out the amazing dungeons of rap.

The handbag drops deep as does my book.
I never talk, 'cause to talk is the Lover of look.
Beyond the walls of Babies, life is defined.
I think of Music when I'm in a Busan state of mind.

Hope the crook got some hook.
My brook don't like no dirty look.
Run up to the cook and get the outlook.

In a Busan state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The pointless handbag?
You complain about Being strong.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rag.

I'm rappin' to the head,
And I'm gonna move your spread.

Great, strong, cool, like a fear
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a career.

I can't take the Being strong, can't take the Baby.
I woulda tried to laugh I guess I got no achebe.

I'm rappin' to the spread,
And I'm gonna move your head.

Yea, yaz, in a Busan state of mind.

When I was young my Lover had a tag.
I waz kicked out without no flag.
I never thought I'd see that rag.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Lover's drag.

A delightful drum is quite the gum.

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