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part*one [mos*

def] Hey
hey ha, ha say what say what Ha
ha bust it yo Sometimes
I feel like I don't have a partner Sometimes
I feel like my only friend Is
the city I live in is, beautiful brooklyn Long
as I live here believe I'm on fire hey 'cause
it's the b-the-r-the-o-the-o-k L-y-n
is the place where I stay The
b-the-r-the-o-the-o-k Best
in the world and all usa It's
the b-to-the-r-the-o-the-o-k L-y-n
is the place where I stay The
where I rest is on my born day Bust
it sometimes, I sit back and just reflect Watch
the world go by and my thought connect I
think about the time past and the time to come Reminesce
on bed-stuy when I was pride and young I
used to try and come to, the neighborhood function Throw
on my izod say, a little something When
I was just a youngin before, the days of thuggin How
me and charlie chims (aiyyo what )? I'm only buggin Fast
forward nine-now, I gotta team my seed I
must proceed at god's speed to perform my deed Livin
the now space and time round, the nine to five For
as long as I'm alive paw, I got to strive I
ain't sittin roadside that, ain't harder to plan I'm
out here for my fam doin all that I can I
love my city sweet, and gritty in land to outskirts Nickname
bucktown 'cause we grown to outburst Philosophy
redefine us touch, mines I touch back Walk
the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks Catch
no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp )!we bust back Bring
the marty to your face wit no place to run back I'm
from the slums that created the bass that thump back This
ain't a game clown play, ya james brown and jump back What
you want jack, young? cats stash they jums at Draw
they guns back momma, screams where she sons at Tryin
to hunt that recurring, dream of high stakes The
fourth largest first, artist brooklyn, is the place Settled
by the judge many years ago Three
billion strong and here we go part

*two [mos*

def] Good
morninnnnnnnnngg vietnam Ha!!!
(back up back up back up back up back up) repeated*in background Yo*
sometimes I sit back reflect, on the place that I live at Unlike
any place I ever been at The
home of big gats deep, dish hammer rim caps Have
a mishap push, ya wig back Where
you go to get the fresh trim at Four
on the jake got the timb rack Blue
collars metro carding it Thugs
mobbin it form, partnership Increase
armorment street, pharmacist Deep
consequence when, you seek sleek ornaments You
get caught rode, the white horse and can't get off Big
dogs that trick off just get sent off They
shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off It's
real yo but still yo it's, love here And
it's felt by anybody that come here Out
of towners take the train plane, and bus here Must
be something that they really want here One
year as a resident deeper, sentiment Shoutout
"go brooklyn "!they, representin it Sittin
on they front stoop sippin guinesses Usin
native dialect in they sentences from
>the treeline blocks to the tenaments To
the mom & pop local shop menaces Travel
all around the world in great distances And
ain't a place that I know that bear resemblance That's
why we it the planet Not
a borough or a prov it's, our style that's uncalm from
>sun ? to? the to ? the lafayette gardens White
coff ? guawinas in? they army jacket linings Yo
this goes out to my cats in coney isle Friday
night out in front the himalaya goin wild This
goes out to crown heights and smurv village The
nighties and, all my yarda ? trenny brown's? village Parkside
tennants caught thirties, forties, and, the fifties The
cats out in starite city gettin busy To
the hook to, the east to, the stuy Bushwick
and kanarcy farraget, fullgreen, and, marcy My
flatbush posse generals, of armies When
it's time to form just, call me And
let this song be playin, loud in long b If
you love bucktown strongly Raise!
it up part!

*three [mos*

def] Brooklyn
my habitat the, place where it happen at Live
sway and the sharp balance of the battle axe Irons
is brandished at thugs, draw they hammer back It's
where you find the news tool crew cameras at It's
where my fam is at summertime, jame is at They
play big and get you open like a sandal back Hotter
than candle wax hustlin, you can't relax The
crack babies tryin to find where they mama's at It's
off the handle black wit, big police scandals that Turn
into actions screenplays sold to miramax The
type of place where they check your appearance at And
cats who know where all the high low gear is at The
stompin grounds where, you find a pound smoke, is that Be
blazin charm that have your wave cap floatin back The
doorstep where the disposessed posted at Dope
fiends out at franklin ave sellin zovarax You
big ballin better keep your money folded back 'cause
once the young guns notice that it's over black, Brooklyn
keep on takin it worldwide, we known for that Flossy
cats get it snatched like the local tax The
place I sharpen up my baritone vocals at Where
one of the greatest mc's was a local cat

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