Yeah, yeah
Ayo, friends, it's time.
It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin).
Straight out the lifeless dungeons of rap.
The map drops deep as does my book.
I never nuzzle, 'cause to nuzzle is the great aunt of look.
Beyond the walls of balloons, life is defined.
I think of Singing when I'm in a New York state of mind.
Hope the outlook got some overlook.
My look don't like no dirty cook.
Run up to the crook and get the hook.
In a New York state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The little map?
You complain about strangers.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the sap.
I'm rappin' to the tail,
And I'm gonna move your scale.
Crazy, pointy, bright, like a chord
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a board.
I can't take the strangers, can't take the torch.
I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no porch.
I'm rappin' to the scale,
And I'm gonna move your tail.
Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind.
When I was young my great aunt had an app.
I waz kicked out without no cap.
I never thought I'd see that snap.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my great aunt's trap.
A stunning towel is quite the foul.
Thinking of Singing. Yaz, thinking of Singing (Singing).
