Borough Check

space i got round to

acted when i fee it

in how i see it

you be it if you be it

started out in crooklyn

butters word

chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill

hold up

aww shit, oh shit

guy look who that is

look who rolled up in this piece

peace y’all

word up, brooklyn everyday

hey yo yo, lets do that brooklyn shit

it’s the day

we gonna give it to them in style right?

yeah yeah

china, who we rock one for

who we rock one for

crooklyn everday

brooklyn is up in here

uhh, block party, corner store

the downtown, the projects

borough shots

my clique is so tight

the mix tapes, yeah, forever

yo word

yo one fro the trouble

two for the time

three fro the rumble

four for the rhyme

do that crooklyn shit style all the time

yeah yeah, what

who want it yeah yeah kid

one, two uh

brooklyn, brooklyn, big borough with t

but everything in ain’t always what it seems

you might get hurt if you come from out of town

but down by lord that’s word

fantastic

show stoppin emcees

yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket

but if your down come around check the super rhyme

we don’t drop dime

come and have a funky time

well it’s the 718 and everything is straight

we live in brooklyn

with the type street curb hangers and the beat don’t

shtop

we live in brooklyn

it’s no lie, do or die in the land of showin proof

we live in brooklyn

well keith, cee know, my fist in butters fro

we live in brooklyn

the fly clothes, cash flow, and crazy hells to spark

it’s crowded plus they jerkin my space

shouted cause they chase when i strut out

sift through my block i’m c-cool

she’s my mood to brace

stole my mind back black

so what you play the boards

skimmer we got butter so surfaces out

clever, and i fix it for you, funk time is monk time

slackers hit the bat, blackest fit my pack

and we for whatever

we get down in this pleasure heavy

and we are measured by the tens degrees of math

in a puzzle hand locked, clocked in struggle

can’t keep the three foot three above mec

in so depth i defect

with my vanguard squad the gods in brooklyn

and we troopin throught the fulton forkways

the eastern parkways

i’m broader than broadway, nothing more than morays

i sways, why cause i’m a brooklyn stroller

no ones cooler, pigs on my boulder

so i switch my pitch as i stretch down atlantic

strictly slickly with my fork mean tactic

in fact it’s really on the daily

kids with guns and herbs look for herbs

now i think you feel me

i freaks it, cause yo like my pimp stroll is cool

when i creeps up the sweet and jeeps blast

tools rule the area, yo these fool don’t play

i got the comrades of love, so the g stays

brooklyn side with the crooklyn slide

we live in brooklyn

out on fulton ave where the honeys be at

we live in brooklyn

type slick, keep it movin when it’s after dark

we live in brooklyn

uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

no lies, do or die in the land of showin proof

the place where i dwell is where the warriors dwell

too many stories to tell

so on the block we don’t talk

stack of loot takin propers

might get a serious offer from a corrupt ass copper

so um, stop the nonsense

brooklyn is the illest, the realest

observe these words as i reveal this

man my peoples out here they get down for this

each one’s a one man gang with a crown for this

man burners to handle any business

and mad sneaky ways so ain’t leavin any witness

got way more drama the theatrical lessons

so my suggestion, you come correct no question

cause if you comin with that funny hot dog style

you might get looted, executed black mob style

from east new york back to ft. green

brooklyns’ classic mystical magic scene

we are plush like a millian bucks

down every ave for like a zillion blocks

blowin out

with my nappy hoods down fulton

blessin guess style limpin past the walt whitman

steelo’s changed on the corners we hang

the crime stoppers get mad with poppers and tens

and my scrambles ample kid, no part timin, just rhymin

in other words, i play these curbs, with j u ice

when they say you nice, i say son a little somethin

brooklyn’s asphalt rolls like a syl keith rodeo

we big sound, down and gritty

record and mic checkin, no question, this section of

new york city

where the crooks lounge out, block powers found

butterfly ground the sky favorite package of pound

it’s like th-that, the beats know we be strappin em out

mad moneys wish they g like us, clout

when i made the boogie i’m imported, i study chairman

mao

ain’t nothin but crooklyn in my plasma now

i got my g’s behind the tongue of my gold high classics

i’m all city when i’m dip, if you want us you can find

us

we live in brooklyn

coney island’s buck whiling and we b-boy stylin

we live in brooklyn

yeah, on the spot we hustle cause like th-that

mad game, takin wins, the shit is real son

we live in brooklyn