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    Nas "New-York State of Mind"

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    Patrick Bateman

    par Patrick Bateman

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    Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
    Musician, inflictin composition
    of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
    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 niggaz talk shit
    Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
    Niggaz 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-10 was 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 niggaz 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 shit 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 niggaz 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 niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
    There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz 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 niggaz erasin and they wives basin
    It drops deep as it does in my breath
    I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death...