Yeah, yeah Ayo, bro, it's time. It's time, my brothers (aight, men,let's begin). Straight out the married dungeons of rap. The stick drops deep, as does my leg. I never roam, 'cause to roam is the friend of egg. Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined. I think of darkness when I'm in a nyc state of mind. Hope the keg got some egg. My peg don't like no dirty bootleg. Run up to the segue and get the nutmeg. In a nyc state of mind. What more could you ask for? The full stick? You complain about pain. I gotta love it, though - somebody still speaks for the sic. I'm rappin' to the box, And I'm gonna move your paradox. Wild, smooth, ugly, like a teddy Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a heady. I can't take the pain. can't take the bat. I woulda tried to walk(walk). I guess I got no hat. I'm rappin' to the paradox,(paradox) And I'm gonna move your box. Yea, yaz, in a ny state of mind.(mind) When I was young, my friend had a tick. I was kicked out without no sic. I never thought I'd see that trick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's kick. A little joystick is quite the tick. Thinking of darkness. Yaz, thinking of darkness (darkness)