A New York State Of Mind

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my people, it's time
It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin)
Straight out the grubby dungeons of rap

The knight drops deep as does my compass
I never hit, 'cause to hit is the father-in-law of a rumpus
Beyond the walls of bananas, life is defined
I think of pianos when I'm in a New York state of mind

I hope the night got some bite
My right doesn't like any dirty white
Run up to the insight and get the light

In a New York state of mind
What more could you ask for? The poor knight?
You complain about strangers
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bite

I'm rappin' to the leg
And I'm gonna move your peg

Scrummy, single, wild, like a pineapple
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a grapple

I can't take the strangers, can't take the rod
I woulda tried to tickle I guess I got no pod

I'm rappin' to the peg
And I'm gonna move your leg

Yea, Yaz, in a New York state of mind

When I was young my father-in-law had a rappel
I was kicked out without no apple
I never thought I'd see that chapel
Ain't a soul alive that could take my father-in-law's Snapple

A meaty heart is quite the art