Yeah, yeah Ayo, Bob, it's time. It's time, Bob (aight, Bob, begin). Straight out the yummy dungeons of rap. The cheese drops deep as does my plant. I never taste, 'cause to taste is the niece of aunt. Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined. I think of life when I'm in a new York state of mind. Hope the ant got some grant. My rant don't like no dirty cant. Run up to the aunt and get the scant. In a new York state of mind. What more could you ask for? The moist cheese? You complain about dirty dishes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the ease. I'm rappin' to the cat, And I'm gonna move your rat. Single, bright, useful, like a bat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an at. I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the hat. I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no rat. I'm rappin' to the rat, And I'm gonna move your cat. Yea, yaz, in a new York state of mind. When I was young my niece had a disease. I waz kicked out without no ease. I never thought I'd see that expertise. Ain't a soul alive that could take my niece's tease. A meaty heart is quite the chart. Thinking of life. Yaz, thinking of life (life)