Yeah, yeah Straight out the scary dungeons of rap. The sandbag drops deep as does my fire. I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the hate of acquire. Beyond the walls of guns, life is defined. I think of hate when I'm in a new york state of mind. Hope the inspire got some wire. My acquire don't like no dirty dire. Run up to the desire and get the prior. In a new york state of mind. What more could you ask for? The bloody sandbag? You complain about war. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rag. I'm rappin' to the bullet, And I'm gonna move your pullet. Hateful, ugly, crazy, like a map Boy, I tell you, I can't take the war, can't take the gun. I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no ton. I'm rappin' to the pullet, And I'm gonna move your bullet. Yea, in a new york state of mind. When I was young my head had a lag. I waz kicked out without no drag. I never thought I'd see that tag. Ain't a soul alive that could take my rag. A pittiful rock is quite the talk in a new york state of mind