Feel this, this Brooklyn's in the Brooklyn's in the
S-T, supreme teacher, you like a preacher you down, make you pay close attention to my ether My aura illuminates, removin' the snakes who lay Lovin' to but we still elevate
Massagin' the brain, utilize the contained the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintain Some nights I walk with the understanding, build Like Charles Bronson, vigilante ready to ya
the marijuana, roll a cigar from Havana Tony Santana, in the Coco Cabana Or in the sauna, doing my Calisthenics Universal metrics, reversin' the hex, cursin' the
Accepting my blessings, remembering my Take my dog's When he told me keep my and Wesson For protection, the streets is and they testin' They know you're frontin' and when you're representin'
not where you be or how you be Or who you be or you got Unique sounds, is hot We comin' through, we tidal waves in this rap Now how you be, now who you be and you be?
You wanna get with the brothers, that's the The microphone sex with my lyrics Hit shit off, first move is style No ejaculation, last for a while
Flippin' and turnin' and splittin' it, all positions Grabbin' and tuggin' and it, all type of missions Crazy, nah, I'm not type of brother My verses, when they out in the streets, carry rubbers
I you're drippin', your rap style got gonorrhea Exploitations of nations, at this, it's here, yo Seven days around the clock ass all in the I you like it, I do too, love the cheese, yo
But this is hip hop, stop it, go make a Not player hatin', on the mic I'm player 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 just sit on tracks and let it flow
Feel this, this Brooklyn's in the Brooklyn's in the
I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna with me? Constantly, constantly, rollin' a phonta leaf You know it's when you gettin' stomped losin' teeth Because you sweet and got no claims to the street
the type to get shot and go explain to the cops Come to court every day, sure a nigga get locked But I you had that big glock that you bust a whole lot Then why my nigga's sittin' up in that little block?
I'm tellin' ya, ock, the world is a spot for Niggas who hid-ate, do anything to get the Love to see me down and out, in my mouth Steez all sweated out, tied up in my
Can I live and still give, take my on sprees? Twistin out skeeze out of custom drop-top You know the pedigrees, always stay the dick B.G.S. is the squad, the dice stay on the six
Nuff of dem still in di of dry bones Dem ah dem seven seas, dem, ah, throw stick and stone M-mh, dey gonna melt like cone Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final
Well, some ah dem ah star, dem love car Dem at war and a blur, dem nah really far But ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon Cartoon, dem nah put out no tune
warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem We steer far from dem I that we are kings and we love nice things But we not sell out fi no diamond
Yo, I got da Lord in ah mi So any which mi come, mi ah go shine Trust me, we don't fear So don't boost up yourself you are gon' do me somethin'
Mi dem off like mi turn of mi light Jah control di better of mi life