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

The light drops deep as does my love.
I never taste, 'cause to taste is the mother of foxglove.
Beyond the walls of hats, life is defined.
I think of devil when I'm in a florida state of mind.

Hope the dove got some foxglove.
My truelove don't like no dirty glove.
Run up to the shove and get the belove.

In a florida state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The sexy light?
You complain about me being different.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bite.

I'm rappin' to the devil,
And I'm gonna move your level.

Lonley, wild, crazy, like a cat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rat.

I can't take the me being different, can't take the angel.
I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no archangel.

I'm rappin' to the level,
And I'm gonna move your devil.

Yea, yaz, in a florida state of mind.

When I was young my mother had an insight.
I waz kicked out without no site.
I never thought I'd see that bite.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's white.

A beautiful tail is quite the hail.

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