[Lyric] A New York State of Mind The Dumb Hip Hop (By guana)

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, to the boy being mean, it's time
It's time, to the boy being mean (aight, to the boy being mean, begin)
Straight out the dumb dungeons of rap
The extra drops deep as does my dramatic
I never poop, 'cause to poop is the sister of dogmatic
Beyond the walls of long fingers, life is defined
I think of his dumb long fingers when I'm in a new york state of mind
Hope the static got some dogmatic
My erratic don't like no dirty emphatic
Run up to the ecstatic and gеt the problem
In a new york statе of mind
What more could you ask for? The extra extra?
You complain about how he looks
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the xtra
I'm rappin' to the dumb
And I'm gonna move your sum
Dramatic, ugly, long long long fingers, like a bag
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a lag
I can't take how he looks, can't take the bat
I woulda tried to punch. I guess I got no rat
I'm rappin' to the sum
And I'm gonna move your dumb
Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind
When I was young my sister had a tag
I was kicked out without a flag
I never thought I'd see that drag
Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's rag
A rude awkward is quite the thumb
Thinking of his dumb long fingers. Yaz, thinking of his dumb long fingers (his dumb long fingers)