Borough Check (Digable Planets)

space i got round to acted when i fee it in how i see it you be it if you be it started out in crooklyn butters word chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill hold up aww shit, oh shit guy look who that is look who rolled up in this piece peace y’all word up, brooklyn everyday hey yo yo, lets do that brooklyn shit it’s the day we gonna give it to them in style right? yeah yeah china, who we rock one for who we rock one for crooklyn everday brooklyn is up in here uhh, block party, corner store the downtown, the projects borough shots my clique is so tight the mix tapes, yeah, forever yo word yo one fro the trouble two for the time three fro the rumble four for the rhyme do that crooklyn shit style all the time yeah yeah, what who want it yeah yeah kid one, two uh brooklyn, brooklyn, big borough with t but everything in ain’t always what it seems you might get hurt if you come from out of town but down by lord that’s word fantastic show stoppin emcees yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket but if your down come around check the super rhyme we don’t drop dime come and have a funky time well it’s the 718 and everything is straight we live in brooklyn with the type street curb hangers and the beat don’t shtop we live in brooklyn it’s no lie, do or die in the land of showin proof we live in brooklyn well keith, cee know, my fist in butters fro we live in brooklyn the fly clothes, cash flow, and crazy hells to spark it’s crowded plus they jerkin my space shouted cause they chase when i strut out sift through my block i’m c-cool she’s my mood to brace stole my mind back black so what you play the boards skimmer we got butter so surfaces out clever, and i fix it for you, funk time is monk time slackers hit the bat, blackest fit my pack and we for whatever we get down in this pleasure heavy and we are measured by the tens degrees of math in a puzzle hand locked, clocked in struggle can’t keep the three foot three above mec in so depth i defect with my vanguard squad the gods in brooklyn and we troopin throught the fulton forkways the eastern parkways i’m broader than broadway, nothing more than morays i sways, why cause i’m a brooklyn stroller no ones cooler, pigs on my boulder so i switch my pitch as i stretch down atlantic strictly slickly with my fork mean tactic in fact it’s really on the daily kids with guns and herbs look for herbs now i think you feel me i freaks it, cause yo like my pimp stroll is cool when i creeps up the sweet and jeeps blast tools rule the area, yo these fool don’t play i got the comrades of love, so the g stays brooklyn side with the crooklyn slide we live in brooklyn out on fulton ave where the honeys be at we live in brooklyn type slick, keep it movin when it’s after dark we live in brooklyn uh huh, uh huh, uh huh no lies, do or die in the land of showin proof the place where i dwell is where the warriors dwell too many stories to tell so on the block we don’t talk stack of loot takin propers might get a serious offer from a corrupt ass copper so um, stop the nonsense brooklyn is the illest, the realest observe these words as i reveal this man my peoples out here they get down for this each one’s a one man gang with a crown for this man burners to handle any business and mad sneaky ways so ain’t leavin any witness got way more drama the theatrical lessons so my suggestion, you come correct no question cause if you comin with that funny hot dog style you might get looted, executed black mob style from east new york back to ft. green brooklyns’ classic mystical magic scene we are plush like a millian bucks down every ave for like a zillion blocks blowin out with my nappy hoods down fulton blessin guess style limpin past the walt whitman steelo’s changed on the corners we hang the crime stoppers get mad with poppers and tens and my scrambles ample kid, no part timin, just rhymin in other words, i play these curbs, with j u ice when they say you nice, i say son a little somethin brooklyn’s asphalt rolls like a syl keith rodeo we big sound, down and gritty record and mic checkin, no question, this section of new york city where the crooks lounge out, block powers found butterfly ground the sky favorite package of pound it’s like th-that, the beats know we be strappin em out mad moneys wish they g like us, clout when i made the boogie i’m imported, i study chairman mao ain’t nothin but crooklyn in my plasma now i got my g’s behind the tongue of my gold high classics i’m all city when i’m dip, if you want us you can find us we live in brooklyn coney island’s buck whiling and we b-boy stylin we live in brooklyn yeah, on the spot we hustle cause like th-that mad game, takin wins, the shit is real son we live in brooklyn