mistress

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my brothers, it's time.

It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin).

Straight out the pointless dungeons of rap.

 

The pineapple drops deep as does my chord.

I never hit, 'cause to hit is the second cousin of accord.

Beyond the walls of pencils, life is defined.

I think of love when I'm in a New York state of mind.

 

Hope the award got some cord.

My record don't like no dirty accord.

Run up to the board and get the ward.

 

In a New York state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The super pineapple?

You complain about loud music.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rappel.

 

I'm rappin' to the rock,

And I'm gonna move your block.

 

Sweaty, crazy, divorced, like a handbag

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a tag.

 

I can't take the loud music, can't take the joystick.

I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no trick.

 

I'm rappin' to the block,

And I'm gonna move your rock.

 

Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind.

 

When I was young my second cousin had a rappel.

I waz kicked out without no dapple.

I never thought I'd see that snapple.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my second cousin's apple.

 

A wet flamingo is quite the bingo.

 

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

I get on with life as a programmer,

I'm a lovable kinda person.

I like sewing dresses on Sundays,

I like mountain biking in the week.

I like to contemplate the wife.

But when I start to daydream,

My mind turns straight to the mistress.

 

Oh oh oh!

 

Do I love the mistress more than the wife?

Do I love the mistress more than the wife?

 

I like to use words like 'onwards,'

I like to use words like 'splendid.'

I like to use words about the wife.

But when I stop my talking,

My mind turns straight to the mistress.

 

Oh oh oh!

 

Do I love the mistress more than the wife?

Do I love the mistress more than the wife?

 

I like to hang out with Amy,

I like to kick back with Dave,

But when left alone,

My mind turns straight to the mistress.

 

Oh oh oh!

 

Do I love the mistress more than the wife?

Do I love the mistress more than the wife?

 

I'm not too fond of burglars,

I really hate falling over,

But I just think back to the mistress,

And I'm happy once again.

 

Oh oh oh!