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*part one* |
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[mos def] |
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Hey hey, ha ha say what say what |
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Ha ha bust it yo |
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Sometimes i feel like i don't have a partner |
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Sometimes i feel like my only friend |
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Is the city i live in, is beautiful brooklyn |
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Long as i live here believe i'm on fire hey |
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Cuz it's the b-the-r-the-o-the-o-k |
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L-y-n is the place where i stay |
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The b-the-r-the-o-the-o-k |
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Best in the world and all usa |
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It's the b-to-the-r-the-o-the-o-k |
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L-y-n is the place where i stay |
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The b-to-the-r-the-o-the-o-k |
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Place where i rest is on my born day |
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Bust it, sometimes i sit back and just reflect |
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Watch the world go by and my thought connect |
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I think about the time past and the time to come |
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Reminesce on bed-stuy when i was pride and young |
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I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function |
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Throw on my izod, say a little something |
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When i was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin |
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How me and charlie chims (aiyyo what?) i'm only buggin |
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Fast forward, nine-now i gotta team my seed |
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I must proceed at god's speed to perform my deed |
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Livin the now space and time, round the nine to five |
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For as long as i'm alive, paw i got to strive |
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I ain't sittin roadside, that ain't harder to plan |
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I'm out here for my fam doin all that i can |
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I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts |
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Nickname bucktown cuz we grown to outburst |
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Philosophy redefine us, touch mines i touch back |
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Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks |
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Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back |
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Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back |
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I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back |
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This ain't a game clown, play ya james brown and jump back |
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What you want, jack? young cats stash they jums at |
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Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at |
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Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes |
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The fourth largest, first artist, brooklyn is the place |
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Settled by the judge many years ago |
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Three billion strong and here we go |
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*part two* |
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[mos def] |
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Good morninnnnnnnnngg vietnam!!! |
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Ha (back up back up back up back up back up)*repeated in background* |
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Yo sometimes i sit back, reflect on the place that i live at |
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Unlike any place i ever been at |
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The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps |
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Have a mishap, push ya wig back |
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Where you go to get the fresh trim at |
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Four on the jake got the timb rack |
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Blue collars metro carding it |
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Thugs mobbin it, form partnership |
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Increase armorment, street pharmacist |
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Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments |
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You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off |
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Big dogs that trick off just get sent off |
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They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off |
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It's real yo but still yo, it's love here |
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And it's felt by anybody that come here |
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Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here |
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Must be something that they really want here |
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One year as a resident, deeper sentiment |
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Shoutout "go brooklyn!", they representin it |
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Sittin on they front stoop sippin guinesses |
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Usin native dialect in they sentences |
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>from the treeline blocks to the tenaments |
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To the mom & pop local shop menaces |
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Travel all around the world in great distances |
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And ain't a place that i know that bear resemblance |
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That's why we it the planet |
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Not a borough or a prov, it's our style that's uncalm |
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>from ?sun? to the ? to the lafayette gardens |
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White ?coff guawinas? in they army jacket linings |
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Yo this goes out to my cats in coney isle |
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Friday night out in front the himalaya goin wild |
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This goes out to crown heights and smurv village |
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The nighties, and all my ?yarda trenny? brown's village |
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Parkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties |
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The cats out in starite city gettin busy |
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To the hook, to the east, to the stuy |
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Bushwick and kanarcy, farraget, fullgreen, and marcy |
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My flatbush posse, generals of armies |
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When it's time to form, just call me |
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And let this song be, playin loud in long b |
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If you love bucktown strongly! |
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Raise it up! |
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*part three* |
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[mos def] |
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Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it happen at |
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Live sway and the sharp balance of the battle axe |
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Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back |
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It's where you find the news tool crew cameras at |
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It's where my fam is at, summertime jame is at |
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They play big and get you open like a sandal back |
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Hotter than candle wax, hustlin you can't relax |
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The crack babies tryin to find where they mama's at |
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It's off the handle black, wit big police scandals that |
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Turn into actions screenplays sold to miramax |
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The type of place where they check your appearance at |
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And cats who know where all the high low gear is at |
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The stompin grounds, where you find a pound, smoke is that |
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Be blazin charm that have your wave cap floatin back |
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The doorstep where the disposessed posted at |
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Dope fiends out at franklin ave sellin zovarax |
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You big ballin better keep your money folded back |
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Cuz once the young guns notice that it's over, black |
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Brooklyn keep on takin it, worldwide we known for that |
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Flossy cats get it snatched like the local tax |
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The place i sharpen up my baritone vocals at |
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Where one of the greatest mc's was a local cat |
