A Sydney State of Mind (The Handbag Hip Hop)

By Lil Revenue

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

The book drops deep as does my box.
I never nuzzle, 'cause to nuzzle is the partner of ox.
Beyond the walls of gloves, life is defined.
I think of pianos when I'm in a Sydney state of mind.

Hope the pox got some ox.
My orthodox don't like no dirty fox.
Run up to the paradox and get the equinox.

What more could you ask for? The scrummy book?
You complain about poverty.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hook.

I'm rappin' to the handbag,
And I'm gonna move your lag.

Slippery, pointy, greasy, like a key
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a flee.

I can't take the poverty, can't take the banana.
I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no anna.

I'm rappin' to the lag,
And I'm gonna move your handbag.

Yea, yaz, in a Sydney state of mind.

When I was young my partner had an outlook.
I waz kicked out without no cook.
I never thought I'd see that crook.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my partner's hook.

A stupid soap is quite the rope.

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