New York State of Mind (Interlude) [feat. Nas & Alicia Keys] - J.PERIOD & Q-Tip

Word to my momma, I promise I gotta go get it Hop in my whip and then be on my way Now I'm coppin' a ticket to Cali My mission, the Valley, the Bay, then L.A. 'Til I finally come back to Miami Passion, a Grammy, a handful of cash And respect from the people who can't understand me, but have to respect it Tired of humble, tired of subtle and being neglected Just me and my message, I'm seeing your best shit Compared with mine next, and it seems unimpressive I'm being directed, and we ain't correct 'Cause your cameras are off and your TV's reflective and black I'm so out the box that I walked right back into that shit Just to show I'm the best in the pack Accept it as fact, I take what is my mine If it's yours then it's mine, no exception to that Word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Yeah Word to my homies, word to my homies Yeah Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies Yeah Yeah, yeah So it's time to bring the pressure up You niggas only my half whole When I'm only half hoping you holding me back So I keep the pressure up Half past fours even if it beats four of you, or if I beat more of you Nigga, y'all ain't got the pressure to match a black hole Get it? Half hole, I'm whole, you have fallen On the pressure, black coal My nigga my rap so under pressure I think its Logic, I match Cole, I'm born Simba Nigga, fuck around I morph into Mufasa Eat a nigga album for dinner It's a four-course meal in a four-door with them 4-4s What I'm spitting when I'm saying your name And a bar had 4-4 times of the nine make a nigga crash and better stay in yo' lane Whippin' up a 16, reppin' up a big team Boy, I need a big ring, playing no games Word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies I ain't never gave a fuck one time In the land of the lost, I abandon the law If you ever try to stop me then you won't be standing at all when this brand assault Yeah, I'm the sultan, nigga So if we got a problem, I'ma solve it, nigga Lord Noctis, fucking sovereign, nigga Word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies Yeah

Uh, check it out now Uh, no doubt now Uh, yo, check it out now Uh, no doubt, yo Special girl, real good girl Biggest thing in my itty bitty world Called her up and she made me feel right Wish bliss could never take flight Sittin' back with this mic in my hand Spittin' hot shit tryin' to see grand Imprinted on my mind every minute Make my plans and you always in it, yo It's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing And even though we both fly Give each other space and not the evil eye Actin' like grown-ups Don't even try to hide 'cause the spot blown up Girlfriend tellin' you she wanna see I say, "I don't know" but you say, "Gladly" And when we both do hemp We go on and on and on and on and on and Sweeter than Ben & Jerry Can I rhyme? Well, you know I gets mine Sittin' round in my abstract part This abstract thing doin' abstract parts, yo It's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, yo It's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing (Look at you) check it, yo, (look at me) check it, huh (Look at you) yo, check it, (look at me) uhh, yo Yo, such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing (Look at you) yo check it, yo, (look at me) check it (Look at you) yo, (look at me), yo, yo, yo Yo, such a vivrant thing Vivrant uh, uhh-uhh, uh Gettin' back to my MC status All the willy that I kick make the other niggas mad as Movin' to your town and situation Shorty thought she subtle, but she really was blatant when she Shook her thing and violated Now these wolf-like thoughts are formulated I'm sayin', "Yo, is this some heartfelt shit in here" Am I a strongman nigga well, shit, yeah Plus we can hold a convo Or go to the movies, my crib, whatever yo Just wanna see you by my side We on 95, know the stash is in the ride A rappin' nigga for real You would find me in a cypher if I didn't cop a deal Rap slate like big grate You buy, I sell, we split big cake Uh, uh, just move your little thing Move it around and shake your little thing Uh, uh, yeah It's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, uh Yeah, it's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, yeah Uh, it's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, uh Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, uh Vivrant thing, ah, out, yo, uh, uh Yah

My brother Shaka would have wanted me to do it like this So raise the glasses for all the lost ones in your life Dilla dawg and master wow, what up with Emmy Is well to propel with the spirit of the mic Even if you have one person with you when it's hard That makes it easy, celebrate them let know just who they are Because of these experiences, I have some control On the microphone and roll elevating to the stars Her's a demonstration, with the excellence Reverse the pandemic that's filled with pestilence Who has his finger on the post of the b-boy Serving fees with the stream of a deep boy Who's well connected, you must respect it I'm dippin' with the spirits mentioned on this record Hopefully this serves as motivation The never sayin' docon-sensation Put my stamp on it, the mic clamps on it Mama I know let me put little thamp on it Blade running through the day of agility Staying gunning make way for possibilities It's the capital Q, rap it'll do What I want it to, it's like taming a shrew Living life experiencing proportions Knowing better, I've experienced distortions And through the in and outs, of life's revolving doors I'mma see that, I'm still getting more Yeah, I'm comin' in, I'm gonna see my friend To the top floor, seems it never ends Heaven never ends, yeah, it never ends It be goin' on, it's phenomenon, like a new born Or a Stevie song, it be going on Do ya fell it, do ya feel it, do ya feel it? Do ya feel it, do ya feel it Snare drum goes My brother Shaka would have wanted me to say this to y'all Don't lose sight y'all without giving a fight I'm channeling well and Irvine, Mr. clean He would have wanted me to say what I mean And mean get it right Dilla having you in my past has been a blast You've inspired so many and forever will you last And to my father yo your spirit is draping me Never escapin' me, I'm happy that I had you in my past Let's go (Let's go) Let's go (Let's go) Let's go (Let's go)

I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any Girl, that wanna come my way I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any So, what's the deal? You frontin'? Keep it real Do you wanna get funky with me? If you think I got something that you want Suga, nothin' here comes for free I been around this way, got lost and found Lemme see if you remember my name You can try to get it but I can't let you hit it 'Cause you never gon' be the same [Chorus (q-tip)] I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any Girl, that wanna come my way And I ain't got no time to waste If she ain't makin' bank and scared of What a brother got to say She want the B O X a chocolate everyday So what's the deal? Are you sportin' some wheels Or are you ridin' in a limousine? This ain't prom night and I don't wanna fight So you better get your dirty clean I hear your words goin' up and down your skirt You're gonna get a chance to prove it You best believe if you wanna get with me It takes a real woman to do it I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any Girl, that wanna come my way And I ain't got no time to waste If she ain't makin' bank and scared of What a brother got to say She want the B O X a chocolate everyday So what's the deal? Are you gay or poppin' pills? Why you still wanna take my hand? This discotheque is 'bout to make me a wreck My feet are singin' louder than the band I see you got the feelin' Flashin' lights up on the ceiling Say you gotta get your weekend now What difference does it make? You know you can't make chocolate cake If ain't nobody ever showed you how I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any Girl, that wanna come my way And I ain't got no time to waste If she ain't makin' bank and scared of What a brother got to say? I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any Girl, that wanna come my way And I ain't got no time to waste If she ain't makin' bank and scared of What a brother got to say? She want the B O X a chocolate everyday I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any Girl, that wanna come my way

The, the, the, the hit man His power is so great That's for real Ain't about a whole lotta talk It's, it's, it's about, about, it's, it's about a-a-action, can you dig it? He got the eye and the heart to do it, yeah From the roof with a scope, there's a whole art to it Ain't no emotion when he pulls the trigger Brief second of silence, then you see what he do to niggas Pistols, rifles, grenades, whatever He's a killin' machine, bought and paid for and clever And way iller than the last nigga Smoke a nigga in the club then dance right past niggas Once in a while, there'll be one who'll stand out Who's more than psycho, who'll take any man out With a certain passion for sendin' bullets blastin' A certain fashion to the way this nigga wax 'em And this assassin gets mad satisfaction From puttin' all this worthless scum out of action A sense of pride in his skill Looks in the mirror and salutes before he rides for the kill You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring With the doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Or do it lawn mower style, rrt You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring I got potatoes and the mufflers in the whole thing With the fwt, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa Buckin' at niggas wigs while he's puffin' on cigs Lay him down, then he bounce out of town to another gig It ain't nothin', he don't need many friends Funded different type of weapons, he got plenty of them If you pass him on the street or see him in his spot He's always calm, cool, collected, very rarely is he not Hit man, with ice in his veins Does the job so precise they up the price with his name Shadowy figure, never too loose with the lip Forty-four long in his coat, deuce-deuce on his hip Baby nine in his boots and his trunk is full This nigga's on some shit and can't be fucked with, fool In the grimy world of highly-paid hustlers First they get goons to muscle ya, then get him to touch ya You wouldn't wanna get in his way, nor his associates Or a tombstone bearin' your name will be appropriate You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring With the doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Or do it lawn mower style, rrt You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring I got potatoes and the mufflers in the whole thing With the fwt, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa