Yeah, yeah Ayo, ex, it's time. It's time, ex (aight, ex, begin). Straight out the poor dungeons of rap. The poland drops deep as does my highland. I never drive, 'cause to drive is the cousin of island. Beyond the walls of shoes, life is defined. I think of rappers when I'm in a new York state of mind. Hope the hyland got some long island. My island don't like no dirty staten island. Run up to the ellis island and get the coney island. In a new York state of mind. What more could you ask for? The bumpy poland? You complain about too shy. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the boland. I'm rappin' to the dryland, And I'm gonna move your dry land. Grubby, ugly, lonely, like an island Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a highland. I can't take the too shy, can't take the bing. I woulda tried to laugh I guess I got no spring. I'm rappin' to the dry land, And I'm gonna move your dryland. Yea, yaz, in a new York state of mind. When I was young my cousin had a ring. I waz kicked out without no fling. I never thought I'd see that cling. Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's spring. A pointy fairy is quite the cherry. Thinking of rappers. Yaz, thinking of rappers (rappers