N.Y. State of Mind
作词 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones
作曲 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones
Yeah yeah,aiyyo black it's time （word?）
（Word,it's time *****?）
Yeah,it's time man （aight *****,begin）
Yeah,straight out the ****** dungeons of rap
Where fake ****** don't make it back
I don't know how to start this ****,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 a M-16,see with the pen I'm extreme,now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine 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 celo champs
Laughin at baseheads,tryin to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick,forever ****** talk ****
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
****** be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution,catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard,the Mac-10was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up,told brothers,"Back up,"the Mac spit
Lead was hittin ****** one ran,I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook,couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo,my **** is stuck
Try to cock it,it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
（So whatchu sayin?）It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger ****** pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners,crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight,stickup kids,they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges,Macs in fact
Same ******'ll catch a back to back,snatchin yo'cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block gettin ****** knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead,who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots,but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large ****** erasin and they 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
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'ma gangster --drinkin Moets,holdin Tecs
Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks,sewein up the blocks
to sell rocks,winnin gunfights with mega cops
But just a *****,walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have ****** undressin
Thinkin of cash flow,buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s,my blend tape plays,bullets 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 crack 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 dice
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 villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers,twenties of buddah and ******* with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya,about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep,cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent,to the new york state of mind
New York state of mine
New York state of mine
New York state of mine
New York state of mind
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N.Y. State of MindLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones
[00:00.532] 作曲 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones
[00:01.64]Yeah yeah,aiyyo black it's time （word?）
[00:06.45]（Word,it's time *****?）
[00:08.79]Yeah,it's time man （aight *****,begin）
[00:11.73]Yeah,straight out the ****** dungeons of rap
[00:14.04]Where fake ****** don't make it back
[00:18.15]I don't know how to start this ****,yo,now
[00:22.81]Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
[00:25.50]Musician,inflictin composition
[00:26.83]of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin *******
[00:30.01]Holdin a M-16,see with the pen I'm extreme,now
[00:33.11]Bulletholes left in my peepholes
[00:36.39]I'm suited up in street clothes
[00:37.86]Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
[00:40.37]Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
[00:42.92]I keep some E&J,sittin bent up in the stairway
[00:46.07]Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
[00:48.36]Laughin at baseheads,tryin to sell some broken amps
[00:50.80]G-Packs get off quick,forever ****** talk ****
[00:53.11]Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
[00:55.49]****** be runnin through the block shootin
[00:58.39]Time to start the revolution,catch a body head for Houston
[01:01.74]Once they caught us off guard,the Mac-10was in the grass and
[01:05.55]I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
[01:07.85]Pick the Mac up,told brothers,"Back up,"the Mac spit
[01:10.69]Lead was hittin ****** one ran,I made him backflip
[01:13.13]Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook,couldn't look
[01:15.98]Gave another squeeze heard it click yo,my **** is stuck
[01:18.79]Try to cock it,it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
[01:21.50]Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
[01:25.67]So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
[01:27.94]and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
[01:30.90]（So whatchu sayin?）It's like the game ain't the same
[01:33.49]Got younger ****** pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
[01:35.95]and claim some corners,crews without guns are goners
[01:38.43]In broad daylight,stickup kids,they run up on us
[01:41.45]Fo'-fives and gauges,Macs in fact
[01:44.19]Same ******'ll catch a back to back,snatchin yo'cracks in black
[01:47.93]There was a snitch on the block gettin ****** knocked
[01:50.49]So hold your stash until the coke price drop
[01:53.21]I know this crackhead,who said she gotta smoke nice rock
[01:56.02]And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots,but yo
[01:58.93]You gotta slide on a vacation
[02:00.86]Inside information keeps large ****** erasin and they wives basin
[02:04.32]It drops deep as it does in my breath
[02:07.22]I never sleep,cause sleep is the cousin of death
[02:09.96]Beyond the walls of intelligence,life is defined
[02:12.45]I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
[02:15.87]New York state of mind
[02:18.73]New York state of mind
[02:21.36]New York state of mind
[02:24.27]New York state of mind
[02:26.95]Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster --drinkin Moets,holdin Tecs
[02:30.60]Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped
[02:32.80]Investments in stocks,sewein up the blocks
[02:35.06]to sell rocks,winnin gunfights with mega cops
[02:37.36]But just a *****,walking with his finger on the trigger
[02:41.13]Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
[02:44.04]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin
[02:47.81]Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have ****** undressin
[02:50.17]Thinkin of cash flow,buddah and shelter
[02:52.58]Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
[02:55.40]In the P.J.'s,my blend tape plays,bullets are strays
[02:58.69]Young ******* is grazed each block is like a maze
[03:01.48]full of black rats trapped,plus the Island is packed
[03:04.24]From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back,black
[03:07.49]I'm livin where the nights is jet black
[03:09.51]The fiends fight to get crack I just max,I dream I can sit back
[03:12.99]and lamp like Capone,with drug scripts sewn
[03:15.24]Or the legal luxury life,rings flooded with stones,homes
[03:18.19]I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
[03:20.94]Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
[03:23.24]and be prosperous,though we live dangerous
[03:26.39]cops could just arrest me,blamin us,we're held like hostages
[03:29.48]It's only right that I was born to use mics
[03:33.05]and the stuff that I write,is even tougher than dice
[03:35.78]I'm takin rappers to a new plateau,through rap slow
[03:38.13]My rhymin is a vitamin held without a capsule
[03:40.95]The smooth criminal on beat breaks
[03:43.52]Never put me in your box if your **** eats tapes
[03:46.77]The city never sleeps,full of villians and creeps
[03:49.27]That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
[03:52.71]I'ma addict for sneakers,twenties of buddah and ******* with beepers
[03:55.42]In the streets I can greet ya,about blunts I teach ya
[03:58.55]Inhale deep like the words of my breath
[04:00.87]I never sleep,cause sleep is the cousin of death
[04:03.49]I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
[04:06.32]Nothing's equivalent,to the new york state of mind
[04:09.37]New York state of mine
[04:12.53]New York state of mine
[04:15.42]New York state of mine
[04:18.13]New York state of mind
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