(feat. M'stro Manny)



Knowing what you're doing, being right, and following through

And never stop following through on what you believe in

And umh, if you have to defend it physically, verbally, spiritually

whatever way you have to do defend it

Brooklyn people are always ready to pay the price for what they believe in



Yes, we manifest

alleviate the tension and ya stress

Ming, FS

And on the flow, M'stro, maestro

Manny-One, person

Brooklyn



Regardless where I'm at in this life

regardless where I come roam Brooklyn forever my home.

The street lights, the street life, 

the dues I paid that keep me focused to write 

it's like this place is my wife

Til death do us part

Our wedding reception was in the park after dark 

where she gave me heart and soul 

and told me our love would only grow as we got older 

I told her I'll never leave 

and if I did I'll be back that's word to me

I said it purposely, so she could understand her worth to me

This is the county of kings

you can tell by the size of the medallions and gold rings

Royalty dwells in sections we swing

Where the bush is flat, where the ville is brown

where the heights is crowned, where the fort is greene

where, the stuy's in bed

where New York is east and Coney is an island connected

Sometimes the bush is wicked and parks are sloped

the bay is ridged and Benson is a Hurst

I'll forever be connected, partly, Bobby Johnson's in Canarsie 

God forgive us all for living harshly, that's home before month nine

The umbilical cord line and when moms pushed and space became time

See Brooklyn is a state of mind, my sunshine

It's King's County baby, where you at son?



[Chorus]

Where the bush is flat, where the ville is brown

where the heights is crowned, where the fort is greene

where the stuy's in bed, where New York is east 

and Coney is an island connected

Where the bush is flat, where the ville is brown

where the heights is crowned, where the fort is greene

where the stuy's in bed, where New York is east 

and Coney is an island connected



We street talk, but we flip it and bounce it

Speak dialect of herbalist, you speak nervousness

When congested check the herbalist

blood flow for real like Echinacea for golden seal to ease internal turbulence

We say peace when we walk and half the population don't eat pork

Peace to all points directional

Brooklyn where the thugs be intellectuals and God be blessin' you

See, part of it's slum and part of it's ghetto 

and part of it's suburban and part of it's meadow

Part of it's peace and part of it's concrete jungle

but on the whole it's mellow

That's my first love in my heart

From Prospect Park to the beaches that touch the Atlantic

Dark brown, white, red, Moreno and Hispanic 

and granted it ain't where you live, but it's love the same

We stay hot so you can touch the flame 

Plus the frame picture perfect we stick together

like glue that's the all-purpose

Call ticket master if you looking for the circus

This ain't the place for the week hearted, scared and nervous

There's no place like home that's my word

I'll cut a vein and bleed verbs to be heard, 

no need for reverb

I'm from the heart of the beast

The furthest point east

In peace I speak to reach peoples in the streets are related



[Chorus]



See, part of it's slum and part of it's ghetto 

and part of it's suburban and part of it's meadow

Part of it's peace and part of it's concrete jungle, 

but on the whole it's mellow