A New York State of Mind (The Computer Hip Hop)

By KayEyeEnJee
A Rap

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my cousin, it's time.
It's time, my cousin (aight, my cousin, begin).
Straight out the strong dungeons of rap.

The rifle drops deep as does my gloves.

I never smile, 'cause to smile is the cousin of shoves.
Beyond the walls of clocks, life is defined.
I think of rifles when I'm in a New York state of mind.

Hope the imprimatur got some otter.

My totter don't like no dirty slaughter.
Run up to the mater and get the daughter.

In a New York state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The little rifle?

You complain about strangers.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the
stifle.

I'm rappin' to the computer,

And I'm gonna move your router.

Ugly, mild, hairy, like a water

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an otter.

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

I woulda tried to natter I guess I got no pelmet.

I'm rappin' to the router,

And I'm gonna move your computer.
Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind.

When I was young my cousin had a pewter.

I waz kicked out without no router.
I never thought I'd see that shooter.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's tutor.

An amazing flag is quite the snag.

Thinking of rifles. Yaz, thinking of rifles (rifles).

Auto Praise for A New York State of Mind (The

Computer Hip Hop)
"If you only listen to one rap this year, let it me this
one. Never before have I heard such genius as 'to
smile' being compared to 'the cousin of shoves'."
- DJ Great, Awesome Rap Magazine
"The use of rhyme in this rap is phenomenal.
'imprimatur', 'otter', totter' and 'slaughter'. How does
KayEyeEnJee come up with this stuff?"
- Big Fox, The Hip Hop Channel
"This sums up my feelings about A New York
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