Yeah, yeah Ayo, Pollux, it's time. It's time, Pollux (aight, Pollux, begin). Straight out the ugly dungeons of rap. The lyme drops deep as does my mouse. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the father of house. Beyond the walls of credits, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a Virtual Popstar state of mind. Hope the crime got some paradigm. My time don't like no dirty lime. Run up to the prime and get the rhyme. In a Virtual Popstar state of mind.What more could you ask for? The pretty lyme? You complain about Kaj. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the lime. I'm rappin' to the hair, And I'm gonna move your flare. Yellow, big, marvelous, like a laptop Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a stop. I can't take the Kaj, can't take the forum. I woulda tried to pay I guess I got no aurum. I'm rappin' to the flare, And I'm gonna move your hair. Yea, yaz, in a Virtual Popstar state of mind. When I was young my father had a drop. I waz kicked out without no crop. I never thought I'd see that pop. Ain't a soul alive that could take my father's shop. A beautiful duck is quite the truck. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love)