Empire State of Mind
Álbum:	Glee: The Music, Volume 4
De:	Jay-Z con Alicia Keys
Interpretada por:	New Directions
Solos:	Artie Abrams, Finn Hudson, Noah Puckerman, Rachel Berry, Mercedes Jones, Santana Lopez
Lugar:	Explanada del William McKinley High School
Episodio:	Audition

Empire State of Mind, en español Estado Imperial de la Mente, es una canción presentada en el episodio "Audition". La versión original pertenece a Jay-Z y Alicia Keys de su álbum The Blueprint 3.También aparece el la película de glee The 3D Concert Movie

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Es cantada por New Directions en un intento de reclutar nuevos miembros luego de que Matt Rutherford haya sido transferido, y también luego de descubrir que lasNacionales serán en Nueva York, aunque los estudiantes actúan como si ni siquiera estuvieran ahí. Solamente Sam y Sunshine muestran interés.

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Artie: Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere

Finn:
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Strett
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
Puck:

Cruisin' down 8th Street, off white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say whatup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
Jigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
New Directions (Rachel):

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York (new york!)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Puck: Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

Do I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of brothers walkin' with my clique though
Finn:

Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Africa Bambata home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for they act like they forgot how to act
Puck:

Eight million stories, out there in it naked
City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade
Three dice cee-lo, three card molly
Labour Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the Kingdom, I'm from the Empire St. that's
New Directions & Rachel

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

Artie:

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick
The sidelines is, lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple leaf
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
City of a sin, it's a pity on the wind
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Finn:

Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
Dub MHS got you feelin' like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
Rachel & New directions

New York (Santana: heyyyy)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York,
New York
Mercedes (Santana)

One hand in the air for the big city
Streetlights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"
Mercedes & New Directions

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

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