Beat Generator Lyrics
"Dreams Are Getting Old"

A Ct State of Mind (The Torch Hip Hop)
A Ct State of Mind (The Torch Hip Hop)
By yung killa
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, brandon, it's time.
It's time, brandon (aight, brandon, begin).
Straight out the great dungeons of rap.

The leg drops deep as does my stick.
I never sing, 'cause to sing is the girlfriend of trick.
Beyond the walls of spoons, life is defined.
I think of brandons girl when I'm in a ct state of mind.

Hope the tick got some kick.
My sick don't like no dirty sic.
Run up to the trick and get the quick.

In a ct state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The ample leg?
You complain about hair.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the egg.

I'm rappin' to the torch,
And I'm gonna move your porch.

Lifeless, crazy, smooth, like an apple
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rappel.

I can't take the hair, can't take the drum.
I woulda tried to punch I guess I got no plum.

I'm rappin' to the porch,
And I'm gonna move your torch.

Yea, yaz, in a ct state of mind.

When I was young my girlfriend had a peg.
I waz kicked out without no bootleg.
I never thought I'd see that keg.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my girlfriend's egg.

A single knight is quite the bite.

Thinking of brandons girl. Yaz, thinking of brandons girl (brandons girl).