Yeah, yeah Ayo, all those couples out there, it's time. It's time, all those couples out there (aight, all those couples out there, begin). Straight out the stupid dungeons of rap. The snail drops deep as does my banana. I never skip, 'cause to skip is the second cousin of piano. Beyond the walls of lads, life is defined. I think of hammers when I'm in a new york state of mind. Hope the cabana got some anna. My piano don't like no dirty santa. Run up to the arcana and get the americana. In a new york state of mind. What more could you ask for? The chewy snail? You complain about war. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the trail. I'm rappin' to the compass, And I'm gonna move your rumpus. Sharp, pointless, tiny, like an apple Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a snapple. I can't take the war, can't take the joystick. I woulda tried to love I guess I got no tick. I'm rappin' to the rumpus, And I'm gonna move your compass. Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind. When I was young my second cousin had an entail. I waz kicked out without no hail. I never thought I'd see that rail. Ain't a soul alive that could take my second cousin's trail. A scrummy rock is quite the talk. Thinking of hammers. Yaz, thinking of hammers (hammers).
