Ranger State of Mind

Since the MTV Video Music Awards, Empire State of Mind has ensorcelled the city that never sleeps. Jay Z’s alternative version will not alter this…

Yeah, Imma up at fiftieth,
Now, I’m down at twenty-sixth,
Right next to Madison,
But, I’ll own eighth forever,
I’m the new Mark Messier,
And trust me when I guarantee,
I’ll win us another ring,
And they’ll love me forever,
I used to skate in Edmonton,
All of my Canadians,
Right there up in Rexall,
Where I scored only sixty points,
Took that to my agent,
I said get me outta here,
They trade me for cash, players, I have no fear,
Now I cruise down 8th street,
Off white Lexus,
Driving so slow but BL is from Texas,
Me I’m from Canada,
Home of Wayne Gretzky,
Now I live on Park Place,
And I brought my boys with me,
Say wat up to Brashear, still sipping cheap beer,
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets know I’m here,
Sucka, I be Spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that we most definitely…

In New York,
Frozen palace where dreams are made of,
There’s nothing they can’t do,
The Rangers of New York,
The Garden makes you feel brand new,
The Blue shirts inspire you,
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York.
Catch me in the Tabs with Richter at a Yankee game,
Mike I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can,
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain’t a king tho,
But I got a gang of enforcers that’s my clique though,
Welcome to the money spot,
Center where the puck drops,
Vulcanized rubber soars,
Home of the slap shot,
Devil cap, Flyer cap, Dollar cab, Holla back,
For Islanders it ain’t fitted they forgot how to act,
Fourteen squads are out there and their naked,
Conference is a pity half of them won’t make it,
Me I got special skills and I got it made,
If Crosby is Lebron, then I’m Dwayne Wade,
Three goal Malkin,
Three goal Parise,
Opening night, rest in peace Alexi,
Salute the crowd, long live the blue seats,
Long live the goal song,
I’m from the empire state that’s….

In New York,
Frozen palace where dreams are made of,
There’s nothing they can’t do,
The Rangers of New York,
The Garden makes you feel brand new,
The Blue shirts inspire you,
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York.
Lights is blinding,
Rooks need blinders,
So they can step off the wall quick,
The side boards are blind with casualties,
Who skate the puck casually, then gradually become worse,
Don’t believe the hype see,
Caught up in the in crowd,
Now they in style,
And in the season get high and wasted on their nights out,
The cities of sin are a pity on a whim,
Good rooks gone bad, this league is filled with them,
Redden took a cab ride and now he all strung out,
Everybody own him, just like a spare couch,
Hail Mary to the Gods we need a left wing,
But Sather can’t save us life starts when this song ends,
Came here as no one, graduated to the high life,
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight,
This ain’t 94, but we will be back again,
This city will not sleep when we are a champion...

In New York,
Frozen palace where dreams are made of,
There’s nothing they can’t do,
The Rangers of New York,
The Garden makes you feel brand new,
The Blue shirts inspire you,
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York.
Contributor: Platinum Smalls