An Ireland State of Mind (The Pineapple Hip Hop)By Swagg babyA Rap

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

The chord drops deep as does my towel.
I never smile, 'cause to smile is the friend of scowl.
Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined.
I think of buildings when I'm in an Ireland state of mind.

Hope the prowl got some foul.
My scowl don't like no dirty howl.
Run up to the owl and get the fowl.

In an Ireland state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The smelly chord?
You complain about war.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the cord.

I'm rappin' to the pineapple,
And I'm gonna move your grapple.

Rancid, tiny, wild, like a book
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a look.

I can't take the war, can't take the shoe.
I woulda tried to zoom I guess I got no eschew.

I'm rappin' to the grapple,
And I'm gonna move your pineapple.

Yea, yaz, in an Ireland state of mind.

When I was young my friend had an accord.
I waz kicked out without no record.
I never thought I'd see that board.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's award.

A divorced banana is quite the santa.

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