Yeah, yeah Ayo, haters, it's time. It's time, haters (aight, haters, begin). Straight out the dicks dungeons of rap. The towel drops deep as does my teddy bear. I never flip, 'cause to flip is the momma of everywhere. Beyond the walls of wood shavings, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a new york state of mind. Hope the owl got some howl. My fowl don't like no dirty scowl. Run up to the prowl and get the foul. In a new york state of mind. What more could you ask for? The suck towel? You complain about witch. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the howl. I'm rappin' to the light, And I'm gonna move your insight. Strong, cool, smelly, like a soap bitch I tell you, I thought you were a rope. I can't take the witch, can't take the map. I woulda tried to taste I guess I got no snap. I'm rappin' to the insight, And I'm gonna move your light. Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind. When I was young my momma had a hope. I waz kicked out without no scope. I never thought I'd see that envelope. Ain't a soul alive that could take my momma's slope. A super snail is quite the hail. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).