New York state of mind I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking Musician, inflicting composition Of pain I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine Holding a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme,

Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashion, we're last chances And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your friend Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break It was never about the songs, it

Badness a the only thing mi know Give thanks fi music Cause if a never music Mi would a have nothing Dem daily a use it Pop Skull and Dre Skull Tell the youth dem fi live life careful Cause dog eat dog in a the place where mi grow up Whole heap a stitch