DESCRIPTION:
My State Of Mind

My state of mind's, the greater kind', like vapored vines',
With lines so advanced people gasp at their wasted time,
Taste this greatness-im, prince' in an ancient-shrine',
Had to kill the pharaoh, cuz my prime, he ain't wastin mine,
Wake with nine, cats, so I always got a life to spare,
You couldn't understand, like you found out bout your wife's affair,
Take a perc, to ease the pain', light a blunt to calm my nerves,
Anytime I feel insane, the knowledge grows and slowly burns,
Overdose to comatose, and have a talk with holy ghost,
Let me start it all again', I promise you i'll only smoke,
Let me grab a coffin' then', say peace out to all my folks,
Bury me with mary, molly, couple 8 balls of coke,
They say im wastin' intellect, but its a test of wisdom-set,
When one person can disrespect, see how upset the prince can get,
So wheneva my friends-address, a problem that presents a mess,
I find the cause, and cause effects, so you can learn the message than,

This is queens man!, run up in your jeans man,
A buck fifty to your face make your cheek hang',
You got the henny in this place?, I got the weed man!,
Where niggas only use one dutch for three grams,
Cold east coast, New York niggas, feast most,
Heart so cold, summertime' we still breathe smoke,
Home of hip-hop, Im saluting to the bronx,
Where a thug wont stop to hesistate, to snatch what he want',
With ass so fat', it's impossible to not stare',
The meltin' pot, you ain' lucky if you not here',
Dodgin bullets, down in brooklyn', now we fuckin rob-in-son!,
Welcome to Metropolis, we look away when cops'll-come,
The city filled with gritty' muthaphukkas, strapped with-semis,
Aint a place for vacation, cuz the lights are looking pretty',
If you from New York, you know exaclty what I fucking mean',
And if you not' then hope to god, that you don't cross the fuckin team',

Queens in this bitch, got the boroughs right beside me though,
A New York State of Mind, look around and you'll see grimey folks,
If you cool, then we cool, give him dap, den gimme dap !,
Cuz we all family, and we will always have our cities back,

Here come's this tactical, mathematical, master-flow,
Smack the back of these rachet-hoes, laugh and gass em' up, that's a pro',
Act a con', like a criminal', flee than take my sabbatical',
Launch me back, then I catapult, while I leave you an anectdote,
Made these niggas a cannibal', but these pussies cant handle tho',
Savage', pressure like hannibal, cuz these mammals are practical,
And we stackin' the capital', green like carryin canteloupes,
Target practice on antelopes', smoking weed' like I lacked a dose,
Pack-the-most, rap-to-boast, cuz my level is unimaginable,
Stashin'-crack, in her camel toe, hold her back with a trammel-rope',
Though im still wearing average-clothes', im always rappin-fantastical,
Wish I could stay a brag-and-some-more, sorry bitches i have to go,