Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brooklyn Took It, artist - Jeru The Damaja. Album song The Sun Rises In The East, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.05.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Mercury Records release;
Song language: English
Brooklyn Took It |
Here’s the remedy, for all your cornball raps |
Brooklyn’s back on the map, I’m not bragging |
Defeating all foes, bring your styles |
I stomp out the last dragon |
Grand groove, Grandmaster, like back in the days |
Holding my own, on the street and the microphone |
You can’t rip it, I grip it, and flip it Trip it down memory lane, back to the park jams |
We used to spark jams, now niggas get jammed |
Or should I say jelly? |
My vocals rip through your Pelle Pelle |
You can’t see me so you can’t hit me You ace deuce tre, I four five six and trips |
Drums numb your ears, rhymes swell up your lips |
Chicks gravitate towards the crooked |
If your props are gone, Brooklyn took it |
(Brooklyn keeps on taking it — KRS) (Repeat 4x) |
Mindcrusher, spinecrusher, Brooklyn been banging |
Making noise from the US to Russia |
Couldn’t set it, even if you wanted |
So many bodies on my microphone, the shit’s haunted |
Doggonnit, your girl’s on it Record companies are on it, you can’t have it, causing havoc |
Building, destroying, deploying |
My rhymes on beats strategicly I melt any MC |
I repre- aww fuck it, don’t even need to say it You know the time when I start to sautee it So niggas be having mad maws and shit |
Cause Brooklyn stole the show like a grand larcenist |
But ease up off us, or you’ll need officers |
We’re deadly, there’s no cure |
Boom bang em on down, treat competition like clowns |
Crooklyn, Crooklyn, from town to town |
Serve your girl butt naked |
If she’s gone, who took it? |
This one is for Brooklyn, land of crooks, home of my game |
Try to front and we retire, MC’s set em all on fire |
Scooping up the fly ladies round my microphone like a Mercedes |
If I was a video game you couldn’t play me So keep it moving, don’t play yourself |
Your rhymes are? |
sinna raffin?, mine quite graffing |
Switch up, change up, Brooklyn still gets biz |
Plop plop, fizz fizz like Alka-Seltzer |
Try to freak it, wind up in a homelsss shelter |
Cause fuck what you heard, this is Crooklyn’s casa |
Try to see us, and it’s an MC massacre |
When we step, your state we shook it If it’s gone, no doubt, Brooklyn took it |