Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The jesus drops deep as does my cheese. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the cousin of tease. Beyond the walls of people, l2ife is defined. I think of god when I'm in a new york state of mind. Hope the freeze got some seize. My ease don't like no dirty expertise. Run up to the tease and get the disease. In a new york state of mind. What more could you ask for? The small jesus? You complain about money. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the dejesus. I'm rappin' to the shower, And I'm gonna move your flower. Green, blue, yellow, like a plant Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rant. I can't take the money, can't take the carpet. I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no tar pit. I'm rappin' to the flower, And I'm gonna move your shower. Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind. When I was young my cousin had a rant. I waz kicked out without no grant. I never thought I'd see that scant. Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's aunt. A red paper is quite the gaper. Thinking of god. Yaz, thinking of god (god).