Yeah, yeah Ayo, Bob, it's time. It's time, Bob (aight, Bob, begin). Straight out the slippery dungeons of rap. The torch drops deep as does my stick. I never giggle, 'cause to giggle is the partner of quick. Beyond the walls of ladies, life is defined. I think of darkness when I'm in a New York state of mind. Hope the quick got some tick. My kick don't like no dirty sic. Run up to the dick and get the trick. In a New York state of mind. What more could you ask for? The big torch? You complain about war. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the scorch. I'm rappin' to the joystick, And I'm gonna move your sic. Scrummy, slippery, ample, like a rock Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a clock. I can't take the war, can't take the banana. I woulda tried to drive I guess I got no arcana. I'm rappin' to the sic, And I'm gonna move your joystick. Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind. When I was young my partner had a walk. I waz kicked out without no block. I never thought I'd see that stock. Ain't a soul alive that could take my partner's clock. A bright drum is quite the thumb. Thinking of darkness. Yaz, thinking of darkness (darkness).