Yeah, yeah Ayo, zexo, it's time. It's time, zexo (aight, zexo, begin). Straight out the meaty dungeons of rap. The heart drops deep as does my map. I never laugh, 'cause to laugh is the second cousin of sap. Beyond the walls of ladies, life is defined. I think of fight when I'm in a new york state of mind. Hope the app got some tap. My snap don't like no dirty cap. Run up to the trap and get the sap. In a new york state of mind. What more could you ask for? The crazy heart? You complain about war. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the smart. I'm rappin' to the key, And I'm gonna move your tree. Cool, rancid, married, like a soap Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an envelope. I can't take the war, can't take the apple. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no grapple. I'm rappin' to the tree, And I'm gonna move your key. Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind. When I was young my second cousin had a start. I waz kicked out without no smart. I never thought I'd see that art. Ain't a soul alive that could take my second cousin's chart.