[ Steele ] Feel this, feel this Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house
[ VERSE 1: Steele of Cocoa Brovas ] S-T, Supreme Teacher, read you like a preacher Seat you down, make you pay close attention to my ether My aura illuminates, removin the snakes who lay awake Lovin to hate, but we still elevate Massagin the brain, utilize the wisdom contained Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintain Some nights I walk with the understanding, build cypher Like Charles Bronson, vigilante ready to snipe ya Ignite the marihuana, roll a cigar from Havana Tony Santana, smokin in the Coco Cabana Or in the sauna, after doing my calisthenics Universal metrics, reversin the hex, cursin the sexist Accepting my blessings, remembering my lessons Take my dog's suggestions when he told me keep my Smith & Wesson For protection, the streets is watching and they testin They know when you're frontin and when you're representin
[ CHORUS ] It's not where you be or how you be Or who you be or what you got Unique sounds, grounds is hot We comin through, we tidal waves in this rap shit Now how you be, now who you be and where you be?
[ VERSE 2: Afu-Ra ] You wanna get with the brothers that's the illest? The microphone have sex with my lyrics Hit shit off, first move is doggy style No premature ejaculation, last for a while Flippin and turnin and splittin it, all type positions Grabbin and tuggin and yokin it, all type of missions Crazy - nah, I'm not that type of brother My verses, when they out in the streets, they carry rubbers I heard you're drippin, your rap style got gonorrhea Exploitations of nations, look at this, it's here, yo Seven days around the clock ass all in the videos I know you like it, I do too, love the cheese, yo But this is hip-hop, stop it, go make a porno Not player-hatin, on the mic I'm player-scrapin Nobody seen it, whole eons change to zeniths I bounce styles that's sexual, plus I'm intellectual Thoughts transverse to physical, I keep it spiritual I got the motts, you bust the dutch, I got the hydro I just sit back on tracks and let it flow
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[ VERSE 3: Tek of Cocoa Brovas ] I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump with me? Constantly, constantly, constantly rollin a Phonta leaf You know it's beef when you gettin stomped losin teeth Because you sweet and ain't got no claims to the street You'se the type to get shot and go explain to the cops Come to court every day, make sure a nigga get locked But I thought you had that big Glock that you bust a whole lot Then why my nigga's sittin up in that little cell block? I'm tellin ya, ock, the world is a spot for snid-akes Niggas who hid-ate, do anything to get the pid-apes Love to see me down and out, blood in my mouth Steez all sweated out, tied up in my house Can I live and still give, take my team on sprees? Twistin out skeeze out of custom drop-top V's? You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin the dick When B.G.S. is the squad, the dice stay on the six
[ VERSE 4: Jahdan ] Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry bones Dem ah search dem Seven Seas, dem ah throw stick and stone M-mh, dey gonna melt like snow cone Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final showdown Well some ah said dem ah star, dem love car Dem at war, and a blur, dem nah really reach far But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious tune A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem We gonna steer far from dem I know that we are kings and we love nice things But we not sell out fi no diamond ring Yo, I got da Lord in ah mi mind So any which part mi come, mi ah go shine Trust me, we don't fear nothin So don't boost up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin Mi turn dem off like mi turn of mi light Jah control di better part of mi lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
