| «This is the place where stars are born» — MC Shan
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| «And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I’m talkin» — MC Lyte
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| The big city of dreams, feel pity for fiends
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| Gritty shifty in schemes, pretty shitty it seems
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| But we walkin on the gold mine, lovin this place
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| Ace, Babu, Coalmine, up in your face
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| Along with — introducin Bekay on the mic
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| I stare right at Flatbush Ave when I’m prayin at night
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| Some pack gats, leavin other cats blasted
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| And even the white chicks be rockin fat asses
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| Always hot, not just when the summer here
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| Coney Island cyclonin it, or jumpin on the wonder wheel
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| Fiends on the floor look for crack 'til they knees break
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| Or Puff could be a dick and make you walk here for cheesecake
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| Ain’t no war, but we rock camouflauge
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| Ridin bikes, one on the pegs and one up on the handlebars
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| If you poppin shit y’all kids is just hatin
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| On the home of Biggie Smalls and the original Nathan’s
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| Go door to door, see we more than sorta raw
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| And you can cop anything you ever really needed in corner store
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| Where everybody says they sell crack
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| And the DT’s all dressed up in the old Giants throwbacks
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| It kinda gets me alive, cause when I’m up in the hood
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| Half them dudes yo they think I’mma cop (BE-KAY!)
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| Embrace it as heaven, stars is born
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| In this place, where Masta Ace is a legend
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| Anywhere else ain’t breakin me fam
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| Cause I grew up in Brooklyn, these streets yo, they made me a man
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| What’chu poppin? |
| Your crew lame (IS BROOKLYN IN THE HOUSE~!?)
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| You know we are son, the top of the food chain
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| «This is the place where stars are born»
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| («Go Brooklyn») «You know the place!» |
| — Lyte
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| «This is the place where stars are born»
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| «And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I’m talkin»
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| I’m from the B-R-double-O-K, L-Y-N
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| If I wasn’t, then why would I yell I am?
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| You see, this be the home of Spike Lee
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| Folks think it’s dangerous — I don’t know it might be slightly
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| But that depends on which blocks you be steppin down
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| Cause certain neighborhoods they never put they weapon down
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| I lived in Flatbush, grew up in Brownsville
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| And every now and then you see me around Steele
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| I used to hang a lot in Bushwick, Decatur and Evergreen
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| Some of the best parties you ever seen
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| I lived in Clinton Hills, on Myrtle Ave, near Fort Greene
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| I screwed up my face hard and walked mean
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| I spent a lot of time in East Medina, where the police are meaner
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| And I wish the streets was cleaner
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| Cause it’s crime every where, it ain’t fair, but who care?
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| Not the Governor and not the new Mayor
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| I guess we forced to live this kind of life
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| If you ask me, Brooklyn be the best place to find a wife
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| If you want a chick to hold you down, and have your back
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| Brooklyn be the ideal habitat
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| Cause she ain’t havin that, let’s hit the par where we gather at
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| Form a cipher, and spit a battle rap
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| You wanna come through you need a referral
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| It’s M.A. and Bekay in the song about my borough, c’mon |