Uh.. uhh  uhh  uhh
 Check it out  Wee Bee Foolish duty free
 Uhh.. This Kid Named Miles

 [T Love]
 Drip drip  be the sound  consumate
 when they hangin from my nipple tryin to get a sip
 I've got so  much  much  on my mind
 Rhymes and beat  beats and rhymes
 Ain't these fascinatin times
 Check the girl lactatin lines
 I'm formula  nourishin and warmin ya
 from Panama Canal to Californ-ia
 There be a path of spilled milk, leadin to my tilt

 [Yeshua Da PoED]
 My speech, apparently carries me
 over break-beats and melodies smothered in Sara Lee
 cakes, teeth, ache, even take care of the
 critics, fans, spectators who stare at me
 and get the greater effect, flavor beyond belief
 increase, calorie intake, with each
 syllable I spill, at will, cause I be a
 skilled individual, your ?

 [Siah]
 Up in the tropical illusion, fusin rhyme and rhythm
 Leakin about a creek from the wellspring given
 Driven to be.. uhh, I'm not sure what (what)
 It's gotta be pure, won't strut with smut
 Allergic to wackness, like E-D
 and T-B too, now see how we do
 Anita you dance with the Japanese beetle
 Call the ring and make it stop at the rays of the needle

 Chorus: T-Love

 From LA to Brooklyn, it's about rhymes and beats
 From Brooklyn to LA, it's about beats and rhymes

 [Yeshua Da PoED]
 Now if I didn't rap, mics would be lonely, like the only
 kid that didn't clap, when the lip be strictly, spittin that
 Bros know, flow so intact, it be splittin caps on heads
 that authorize admittance on impact in fact
 MC's get with that, and take mental notation
 of how I utilize, echo location to find my placement
 in rotations, that sets the foundation to real collaboration
 of creation, begins with my imagination

 [Siah]
 To write the tight and light the night I need a bit of inspiration
 Ate Thinsulate, to get the shit with insulation
 Not an insulin patient, I'm pencillin prescriptions
 of a sweet medication, stenciled in the scriptures
 of the street meditation for a blessed recitation
 I lessen repetition with the dressing it's to have a
 dash of with the seasoning, sneezing in the back of, class
 So when the breeze pass the crack of my ass
 You feel the funk

 [T-Love]
 From LA to Brooklyn, I was out lookin
 Too many MC's who wanna swing these
 Time to dip dip dive socialize with your mind
 Cause in the end bitch, all about rhymes and soul
 Siah, Yesh, and me, make peace on the beat
 Brooklyn to LA, we cause a melee
 Fuck a beef, what the fuck, who give a fuck
 As long as the beat is dope and your rhymes don't suck

 Chorus 2X

 From LA to Brooklyn (4X)
 Yeah, ninety-seven, ninety-eight
 Ninety-nine, two thousand