A Bronx State of Mind (The Handbag Hip Hop) By antislater A Rap Yeah, yeah Ayo, Bronx people, it's time. It's time, Bronx people (aight, Bronx people, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The light drops deep as does my cat. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the friend of at. Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined. I think of parks when I'm in a Bronx state of mind. Hope the mat got some at. My caveat don't like no dirty bat. Run up to the rat and get the hat. In a Bronx state of mind. What more could you ask for? The green light? You complain about low schools. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the insight. I'm rappin' to the handbag, And I'm gonna move your lag. Quiet, beautiful, delightful, like a rock Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a talk. I can't take the low schools, can't take the map. I woulda tried to drive I guess I got no cap. I'm rappin' to the lag, And I'm gonna move your handbag. Yea, yaz, in a Bronx state of mind. When I was young my friend had a night. I waz kicked out without no site. I never thought I'd see that bite. Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's white. A cool soap is quite the scope. Thinking of parks. Yaz, thinking of parks (parks).