D&d Soundclash Lyrics - Singles - Afu-ra

Feel this, feel this 

Brooklyn's in the house 

Brooklyn's in the house 

S-T, supreme teacher, read you like a preacher 

Seat you down, make you pay close attention to my ether 

My aura illuminates, removin' the snakes who lay awake 

Lovin' to hate but we still elevate 

Massagin' the brain, utilize the wisdom contained 

Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintain 

Some nights I walk with the understanding, build cypher 

Like Charles Bronson, vigilante ready to snipe ya 

Ignite the marijuana, roll a cigar from Havana 

Tony Santana, smokin' in the Coco Cabana 

Or in the sauna, after doing my Calisthenics 

Universal metrics, reversin' the hex, cursin' the sexist 

Accepting my blessings, remembering my lessons 

Take my dog's suggestions 

When he told me keep my smith and Wesson 

For protection, the streets is watching and they testin' 

They know when you're frontin' and when you're representin' 

It's not where you be or how you be 

Or who you be or what you got 

Unique sounds, grounds is hot 

We comin' through, we tidal waves in this rap shit 

Now how you be, now who you be and where you be? 

You wanna get with the brothers, that's the illest 

The microphone have sex with my lyrics 

Hit shit off, first move is doggy style 

No premature ejaculation, last for a while 

Flippin' and turnin' and splittin' it, all type positions 

Grabbin' and tuggin' and yokin' it, all type of missions 

Crazy, nah, I'm not that type of brother 

My verses, when they out in the streets, they carry rubbers 

I heard you're drippin', your rap style got gonorrhea 

Exploitations of nations, look at this, it's here, yo 

Seven days around the clock ass all in the videos 

I know you like it, I do too, love the cheese, yo 

But this is hip hop, stop it, go make a porno 

Not player hatin', on the mic I'm player scrapin' 

Nobody seen it, whole eons change to Zeniths 

I bounce styles that's sexual, plus I'm intellectual 

Thoughts transverse to physical, I keep it spiritual 

I got the motts, you bust the dutch, I got the hydro 

I just sit back on tracks and let it flow 

Feel this, feel this 

Brooklyn's in the house 

Brooklyn's in the house 

I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump with me? 

Constantly, constantly, constantly rollin' a phonta leaf 

You know it's beef when you gettin' stomped losin' teeth 

Because you sweet and ain't got no claims to the street 

You'se the type to get shot and go explain to the cops 

Come to court every day, make sure a nigga get locked 

But I thought you had that big glock that you bust a whole lot 

Then why my nigga's sittin' up in that little cell block? 

I'm tellin' ya, ock, the world is a spot for snid-akes 

Niggas who hid-ate, do anything to get the pid-apes 

Love to see me down and out, blood in my mouth 

Steez all sweated out, tied up in my house 

Can I live and still give, take my team on sprees? 

Twistin out skeeze out of custom drop-top v's? 

You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin' the dick 

When B.G.S. is the squad, the dice stay on the six 

Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry bones 

Dem ah search dem seven seas, dem, ah, throw stick and stone 

M-mh, dey gonna melt like snow cone 

Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final showdown 

Well, some ah said dem ah star, dem love car 

Dem at war and a blur, dem nah really reach far 

But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon 

Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious tune 

A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem 

We gonna steer far from dem 

I know that we are kings and we love nice things 

But we not sell out fi no diamond ring 

Yo, I got da Lord in ah mi mind 

So any which part mi come, mi ah go shine 

Trust me, we don't fear nothin 

So don't boost up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin' 

Mi turn dem off like mi turn of mi light 

Jah control di better part of mi life