Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the little dungeons of rap. The terry drops deep as does my jerry. I never run, 'cause to run is the girl friend of itinerary. Beyond the walls of forks, life is defined. I think of hope when I'm in a new york state of mind. Hope the itinerary got some arbitrary. My dictionary don't like no dirty cherry. Run up to the contemporary and get the ancillary. In a new york state of mind. What more could you ask for? The useful terry? You complain about dirty dishes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the cherry. I'm rappin' to the rock, And I'm gonna move your walk. Tiny, wild, super, like a merry Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dictionary. I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the chord. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no award. I'm rappin' to the walk, And I'm gonna move your rock. Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind. When I was young my girl friendhad an itinerary. I waz kicked out without no contemporary. I never thought I'd see that ancillary. Ain't a soul alive that could take my boyfriend's cherry. An ugly fairy is quite the ancillary. Thinking of hope. Yaz, thinking of hope (hope).