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Yeah, yeah Ayo, everyone, it's time. It's time, everyone (aight, everyone, begin). Straight out the delightful dungeons of rap. The funny drops deep as does my money. I never skip, 'cause to skip is the mate of bunny. Beyond the walls of knickers, life is defined. I think of happy when I'm in a new york state of mind. Hope the honey got some bunny. My gunny don't like no dirty money. Run up to the blini and get the sunny. In a new york state of mind. What more could you ask for? The strong funny? You complain about murder. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the sunny. I'm rappin' to the angel And I'm gonna move your black archange l. Wet, scrummy, chewy, like a running Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a twinning. I can't take the murder, can't take the cutting. I woulda tried to drink I guess I got no costcutting. I'm rappin' to the black archangel, And I'm gonna move your angel. Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind. When I was young my mate had a gunny. I waz kicked out without no sunny. I never thought I'd see that bunny. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mate's blini. A tiny light is quite the bite. Thinking of happy. Yaz, thinking of happy (happy).