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Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Proffesor Oak, it's time.
It's time, Proffesor Oak (aight, Proffesor Oak, begin).
Straight out the big dungeons of rap.
The bike drops deep as does my map.
I never catching, 'cause to catching is the mom of trap.
Beyond the walls of bikes, life is defined.
I think of catch when I'm in a Galar state of mind.
Hope the hike got some strike.
My spike don't like no dirty pike.
Run up to the alike and get the psych.
In a Galar state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The small bike?
You complain about zubats.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the psych.
I'm rappin' to the lab,
And I'm gonna move your crab.
Wide, weird, cool, like a monster
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a spike.
I can't take the zubats, can't take the snake.
I woulda tried to training I guess I got no lake.
I'm rappin' to the crab,
And I'm gonna move your lab.
Yea, yaz, in a Galar state of mind.
When I was young my mom had a crab.
I waz kicked out without no grab.
I never thought I'd see that tab.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mom's slab.
A funny town is quite the crown.
Thinking of catching. Yaz, thinking of catching (catching).
