Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the moist dungeons of rap. The rat drops deep as does my towel. I never sing, 'cause to sing is the friend of foul. Beyond the walls of puppies, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a new york state of mind. Hope the foul got some prowl. My howl don't like no dirty owl. Run up to the fowl and get the scowl. In a new york state of mind. What more could you ask for? The strong rat? You complain about dirty dishes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the at. I'm rappin' to the key, And I'm gonna move your free. Crazy, cool, hot, like a teddy Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a heady. I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the box. I woulda tried to laugh I guess I got no ox. I'm rappin' to the free, And I'm gonna move your key. Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind. When I was young my friend had a hat. I waz kicked out without no at. I never thought I'd see that cat. Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's bat. A smooth cat is quite the rat. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).