N.Y. State Of Mind - Clean Album Version
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Black—it's time, word (Word, it's time, man)
It's time, man (Aight, man, begin)
Yeah, straight out the f- dungeons of rap
Where fake n- don't make it back
I don't know how to start this s-, yo, now
Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm
I be kickin', musician inflictin' composition
Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' -
Holdin' an -, see, with the pen I'm extreme
Now, - holes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughin' at - heads, tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get off quick, forever - talk sh-
Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped
- be runnin' through the block -
Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
Once they caught us off-guard, the - was in the grass, and
I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin
Picked the - up, told brothers "Back up," the - spit
- was hittin' -, one ran, I made him back-flip
Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my - is stuck"
Tried to - it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three - caught up in the -
So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby
And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as - as I be
(So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger - pullin' the -, bringin' fame to their name
And claim some corners, crews without - are goners
In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us
- and -, MAC's in fact
Same - will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks
In black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' - knocked
So hold your stash 'til the - price drop
I know this -head who said she gotta - nice -
And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots
But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large - erasin' and their wives basin'
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind (state of mind)
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' -
Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell -
Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops
But just a - walkin' with his finger on the -
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Give me a s-, I'll have - undressin'
Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta
In the -, my blend tape plays, b- are strays
Young - is grazed, each block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back
Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get -, I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your - eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of - and - with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about - I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind (state of mind)
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
Ayo, Black—it's time, word (Word, it's time, man)
It's time, man (Aight, man, begin)
Yeah, straight out the f- dungeons of rap
Where fake n- don't make it back
I don't know how to start this s-, yo, now
Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm
I be kickin', musician inflictin' composition
Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' -
Holdin' an -, see, with the pen I'm extreme
Now, - holes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughin' at - heads, tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get off quick, forever - talk sh-
Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped
- be runnin' through the block -
Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
Once they caught us off-guard, the - was in the grass, and
I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin
Picked the - up, told brothers "Back up," the - spit
- was hittin' -, one ran, I made him back-flip
Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my - is stuck"
Tried to - it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three - caught up in the -
So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby
And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as - as I be
(So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger - pullin' the -, bringin' fame to their name
And claim some corners, crews without - are goners
In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us
- and -, MAC's in fact
Same - will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks
In black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' - knocked
So hold your stash 'til the - price drop
I know this -head who said she gotta - nice -
And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots
But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large - erasin' and their wives basin'
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind (state of mind)
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' -
Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell -
Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops
But just a - walkin' with his finger on the -
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Give me a s-, I'll have - undressin'
Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta
In the -, my blend tape plays, b- are strays
Young - is grazed, each block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back
Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get -, I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your - eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of - and - with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about - I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind (state of mind)
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Nasir Jones, Chris E. Martin
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