Yeah, yeah Ayo, You talking to me?, it's time. It's time, You talking to me? (aight, You talking to me?, begin). Straight out the Black dungeons of rap. The Pizza drops deep as does my Bacon. I never Sleep, 'cause to Sleep is the Father of fraken. Beyond the walls of Cats, life is defined. I think of Hate when I'm in a Newyork state of mind. Hope the rocco got some morocco. My smoko don't like no dirty mako. Run up to the glauco and get the conoco. In a Newyork state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Blood Pizza? You complain about Motherflipper. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the srebrenica. I'm rappin' to the beer, And I'm gonna move your clear. Camo, Purple, angry, like a Hamburger Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bamberger. I can't take the Motherflipper, can't take the Taco. I woulda tried to Dead I guess I got no smoko. I'm rappin' to the clear, And I'm gonna move your beer. Yea, yaz, in a Newyork state of mind. When I was young my Father had a taken. I waz kicked out without no fraken. I never thought I'd see that macon. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Father's shaken. A loud Soup is quite the poop. Thinking of Hate. Yaz, thinking of Hate (Hate).