A New York State of Mind (The Music Hip Hop)

A New York State of Mind (The Music Hip Hop)

By Adorable99

A New York State of Mind


A New York State of Mind (The Music Hip Hop)
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my people, it's time.
It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin).
Straight out the like dungeons of rap.

The hot drops deep as does my map.
I never eat, 'cause to eat is the mother of rap.
Beyond the walls of lyrics, life is defined.
I think of hope when I'm in a New York state of mind.

Hope the spot got some pot.
My thought don't like no dirty shot.
Run up to the lot and get the trot.

In a New York state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The listen hot?
You complain about dishes.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the lot.

I'm rappin' to the music,
And I'm gonna move your muzik.

Easy, hot, don't, like a cross
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a boss.

I can't take the dishes, can't take the buns.
I woulda tried to listen I guess I got no puns.

I'm rappin' to the muzik,
And I'm gonna move your music.

Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind.

When I was young my mother had a loss.
I waz kicked out without no dross.
I never thought I'd see that toss.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's sauce.

A loud town is quite the cusick.

Thinking of hope. Yaz, thinking of hope (hope).

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