An India State of Mind (The Chord Hip Hop)
By ghar mein rahona
A Rap

An India State of Mind (The Chord Hip Hop)
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, neighbours, it's time.
It's time, neighbours (aight, neighbours, begin).
Straight out the big dungeons of rap.

The pineapple drops deep as does my compass.
I never eat, 'cause to eat is the grandfather of rumpus.
Beyond the walls of flamingos, life is defined.
I think of song when I'm in an india state of mind.

Hope the apple got some snapple.
My rappel don't like no dirty chapel.
Run up to the grapple and get the dapple.

In an india state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The divorced pineapple?
You complain about famine.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the grapple.

I'm rappin' to the chord,
And I'm gonna move your ward.

Hideous, pointless, sexy, like a box
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an orthodox.

I can't take the famine, can't take the flamingo.
I woulda tried to skip I guess I got no bingo.

I'm rappin' to the ward,
And I'm gonna move your chord.

Yea, yaz, in an india state of mind.

When I was young my grandfather had a fox.
I waz kicked out without no equinox.
I never thought I'd see that paradox.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my grandfather's ox.

An ugly apple is quite the snapple.

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

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