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  • wykonawca: Mos Def
  • wyświetleń: 780


     [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
  Cuz 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 b-to-the-r-the-o-the-o-k
  Place 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 cuz 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
  Cuz 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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