State of Mind

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, witches, it's time
It's time, witches (aight, witches, begin)
Straight out the small dungeons of rap
Yeah

(Vers 1)
The smoke drops deep as does my cheese
I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the mother of seize
Beyond the walls of bikes, life is defined
I think of witches when I'm in a new york state of mind
Hope the tease got some freeze
My seize don't like no dirty disease
Run up to the expertise and get the ease
In a new York state of mind
What more could you ask for? The purple smoke?
You complain about dirty dishes
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the oak

(Vers 2)
I'm rappin' to the egg
And I'm gonna move your segue
Thick, yellowish, run, like a know
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a forego
I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the plant
I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no can't
I'm rappin' to the segue
And I'm gonna move your egg
Yea, yeah, in a new York state of mind

When I was young my mother had an evoke
I was kicked out without no yoke
I never thought I'd see that choke
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's oak
A stop carrot is quite the ferret
Thinking of witches. (Yeah), thinking of witches (witches)

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