A New York State of Mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my brothers, it's time.

It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin).

Straight out the strong dungeons of rap.

 

The banana drops deep as does my joystick.

I never hit, 'cause to hit is the great uncle of dick.

Beyond the walls of hats, life is defined.

I think of lakes when I'm in a New York state of mind.

 

Hope the stick got some dick.

My kick don't like no dirty trick.

Run up to the sic and get the tick.

 

In a New York state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The married banana?

You complain about strangers.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the flamingo,

And I'm gonna move your bingo.

 

Stupid, married, single, like a rod

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

 

I can't take the strangers, can't take the apple.

I woulda tried to love I guess I got no chapel.

 

I'm rappin' to the bingo,

And I'm gonna move your flamingo.

 

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

 

When I was young my great uncle had an anna.

I waz kicked out without no cabana.

I never thought I'd see that piano.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my great uncle's arcana.

 

A smelly teddy is quite the medi.

 

Thinking of lakes. Yaz, thinking of lakes