Mos Def

Mos Def - Brooklyn

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[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]
 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!

 *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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Author: Dante Smith, David Kennedy, Gerard Young, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, John Frusciante, Michael Balzary, Harry Whitaker

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rawkus Records


Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Black on Both Sides (1999)

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