N.Y. State of Mind 2025 E

Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah. Uh. Yo. Uh-huh. Yeah. Uh. Yo. I emerge from the smoke where dreams get cremated. Queensbridge raised a monster that the game never Anticipated. Pen is a scalpel, I operate on the Soul of the nation. Every bar is a surgical Strike against false elevation. From the same blocks where they murder ambition in Public, I turn my trauma to triumph, now the Whole world love it. They gentrified the pain but Couldn't gentrify the logic. I'm the glitch in the system that they still Haven't solved yet. New York state of mind. This the illest of all time. Even in twenty twenty-five, the gods still shine. They can change the skyline, but they can't change The grind. NY state of mind. Still forever mine. Still forever mine. I seen empires crumble from within from the excess. Seen friends turn to strangers for a little bit Of success. Now I'm standing on the bridge between The old gods and the new, carrying the torch That Pac and Big left for a few. The pen heavier than the weight that the projects Put on me. Every line is a promise to The ones who never made it home free. I speak in hieroglyphs that only real ones decode. It's that Illmatic spirit in a whole new episode. New York state of mind. This the illest of all time. Even in twenty twenty-five, the gods still shine. They can change the skyline, but they can't change The grind. NY state of mind. Still forever mine. Still forever mine. Yeah. Still that... Yeah. It's that real shit. Timeless