Feel this, this Brooklyn's in the Brooklyn's in the
S-T, supreme teacher, read you like a you down, make you pay close attention to my ether My aura illuminates, removin' the snakes who lay Lovin' to hate but we elevate
Massagin' the brain, the wisdom contained Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to Some nights I walk the understanding, build cypher Like Charles Bronson, vigilante to snipe ya
Ignite the marijuana, a cigar from Havana Tony Santana, smokin' in the Coco Or in the sauna, doing my Calisthenics Universal metrics, reversin' the hex, the sexist
my blessings, remembering my lessons Take my dog's When he told me keep my and Wesson For protection, the streets is watching and testin' They know when you're frontin' and when you're
It's not you be or how you be Or who you be or you got sounds, grounds is hot We through, we tidal waves in this rap shit Now how you be, now who you be and you be?
You get with the brothers, that's the illest The microphone sex with my lyrics Hit shit off, move is doggy style No premature ejaculation, for a while
Flippin' and and splittin' it, all type positions Grabbin' and tuggin' and yokin' it, all type of Crazy, nah, I'm not type of brother My verses, when they out in the streets, they rubbers
I heard you're drippin', your rap style got Exploitations of nations, at this, it's here, yo Seven around the clock ass all in the videos I know you it, I do too, love the cheese, yo
But this is hip hop, stop it, go a porno Not hatin', on the mic I'm player scrapin' Nobody seen it, whole change to Zeniths I bounce that's sexual, plus I'm intellectual
Thoughts to physical, I keep it spiritual I got the motts, you bust the dutch, I got the I sit back on tracks and let it flow
Feel this, feel Brooklyn's in the in the house
I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna with me? Constantly, constantly, constantly a phonta leaf You know beef when you gettin' stomped losin' teeth you sweet and ain't got no claims to the street
You'se the type to get shot and go to the cops Come to court every day, make sure a get locked But I thought you had big glock that you bust a whole lot Then why my nigga's up in that little cell block?
I'm tellin' ya, ock, the world is a for snid-akes Niggas who hid-ate, do to get the pid-apes Love to see me down and out, in my mouth Steez all sweated out, tied up in my
Can I live and still give, my team on sprees? Twistin out skeeze out of drop-top v's? You the pedigrees, always stay blowin' the dick When B.G.S. is the squad, the stay on the six
Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry Dem ah search dem seven seas, dem, ah, throw and stone M-mh, dey gonna melt snow cone Da minute di countdown say dis ah di showdown
Well, ah said dem ah star, dem love car Dem at war and a blur, dem nah reach far But ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon Cartoon, dem nah put out no tune
A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we dem We gonna far from dem I know that we are and we love nice things But we not sell out fi no diamond
Yo, I got da Lord in ah mi So any which part mi come, mi ah go Trust me, we don't nothin So don't boost up yourself like you are do me somethin'
Mi turn dem off like mi of mi light Jah control di part of mi life