Rapper searching for work on board a cruise ship I sign up to entertainment agents and wait for job opportunities to perform.

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

The light drops deep as does my singer.
I never sing, 'cause to sing is the captain of swinger.
Beyond the walls of singers, life is defined.
I think of work when I'm in a cruise ship state of mind.

Hope the swinger got some zinger.
My linger don't like no dirty ringer.
Run up to the stringer and get the stinger.

In a cruise ship state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The clear light?
You complain about jobs.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the white.

I'm rappin' to the head,
And I'm gonna move your red.

Ugly, big, feathered, like a canary
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an arbitrary.

I can't take the jobs, can't take the map.
I woulda tried to play I guess I got no trap.

I'm rappin' to the red,
And I'm gonna move your head.

Yea, yaz, in a cruise ship state of mind.