A Zimbabwe State of Mind (The Angel Hip Hop)
By Munashe15
A Rap
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Maddie, it's time
It's time, Maddie (aight, Maddie, begin)
Straight out the single dungeons of rap

The rod drops deep as does my rock
I never kick, 'cause to kick is the mate of talk
Beyond the walls of gang, life is defined
I think of Fame when I'm in a Zimbabwe state of mind

Hope the clock got some block
My walk don't like no dirty talk
Run up to the stock and get the lock

In a Zimbabwe state of mind
What more could you ask for? The crazy rod?
You complain about School
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the pod

I'm rappin' to the angel
And I'm gonna move your angell

Sexy, smooth, sharp, like a bat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an at
I can't take the School, can't take the light
I woulda tried to strip I guess I got no site

I'm rappin' to the angell
And I'm gonna move your angel

Yea, yaz, in a Zimbabwe state of mind

When I was young my mate had a facade
I waz kicked out without no god
I never thought I'd see that nod
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mate's fraud

A stunning chord is quite the ward

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