the state of mine

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, ariel, it's time.

It's time, ariel (aight, ariel, begin).

Straight out the dirty dungeons of rap.

The ariel drops deep as does my school.

I never sing, 'cause to sing is the Ariel of stool.

Beyond the walls of teachers, life is defined.

I think of school when I'm in a new york state of mind.

Hope the tool got some stool.

My rule don't like no dirty pool.

Run up to the fuel and get the fool.

In a new york state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The small ariel?

You complain about school.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the burial.

I'm rappin' to the soap,

And I'm gonna move your envelope.

Wild, quiet, ugly, like a teacher

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a schoolteacher.

I can't take the school, can't take the light.

I woulda tried to rap I guess I got no white.

I'm rappin' to the envelope,

And I'm gonna move your soap.

Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind.