Yeah, yeah Ayo, my dawgs, it's time. It's time, my dawgs (aight, my dawgs, begin). Straight out the bumpy dungeons of rap. The book drops deep as does my rock. I never roam, 'cause to roam is the aunt of stock. Beyond the walls of iron filings, life is defined. I think of action when I'm in a new york state of mind. Hope the lock got some talk. My stock don't like no dirty block. Run up to the clock and get the walk. In a new york state of mind. What more could you ask for? The sweaty book? You complain about lockdown. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the crook. I'm rappin' to the aardvark, And I'm gonna move your dark. Pointy, hideous, hairy, like a banana Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an americana. I can't take the lockdown, can't take the towel. I woulda tried to sail I guess I got no fowl. I'm rappin' to the dark, And I'm gonna move your aardvark. Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind. When I was young my aunt had an overlook. I waz kicked out without no outlook. I never thought I'd see that look. Ain't a soul alive that could take my aunt's crook. A crazy leg is quite the egg. Thinking of action. Yaz, thinking of action (action).