New York State of Mind (The Book Hip Hop) By derek udjo A Rap Yeah, yeah Ayo, kids who sre bullied, it's time. It's time, kids who sre bullied (aight, kids who sre bullied, begin). Straight out the lifeless dungeons of rap. The school drops deep as does my money. I never hit, 'cause to hit is the cousin of bunny. Beyond the walls of books, life is defined. I think of survivial when I'm in a new york state of mind. Hope the tool got some rule. My pool don't like no dirty stool. Run up to the fuel and get the fool. In a new york state of mind. What more could you ask for? The wild school? You complain about mother flippers. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the poor I'm rappin' to the book, And I'm gonna move your cook. Grubby, quiet, big, like an angel Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an archangel. I can't take the mother flippers, can't take the compass. I woulda tried to push I guess I got no rumpus. I'm rappin' to the poor And I'm gonna move your book. Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind. When I was young my cousin had a gunny. I waz kicked out without no sunny. I never thought I'd see that blini. Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's bunny. A crazy heart is quite the chart. Thinking of survivial. Yaz, thinking of survivial (survivial).