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The Sun Rises In The East


Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 8
Year: 1994

Brooklyn Took It Lyrics - The Sun Rises In The East - Jeru The Damaja

Here's the remedy, for all your cornball raps 

Brooklyn's back on the map, I'm not bragging 

Defeating all foes, bring your styles 

I stomp out the last dragon 

Grand groove, Grandmaster, like back in the days 

Holding my own, on the street and the microphone 

You can't rip it, I grip it, and flip it 

Trip it down memory lane, back to the park jams 

We used to spark jams, now niggas get jammed 

Or should I say jelly? 

My vocals rip through your Pelle Pelle 

You can't see me so you can't hit me 

You ace deuce tre, I four five six and trips 

Drums numb your ears, rhymes swell up your lips 

Chicks gravitate towards the crooked 

If your props are gone, Brooklyn took it 

 

Mindcrusher, spinecrusher, Brooklyn been banging 

Making noise from the US to Russia 

Couldn't set it, even if you wanted 

So many bodies on my microphone, the shit's haunted 

Doggonnit, your girl's on it 

Record companies are on it, you can't have it, causing havoc 

Building, destroying, deploying 

My rhymes on beats strategically I melt any MC 

I repre- aww fuck it, don't even need to say it 

You know the time when I start to sautee it 

So niggas be having mad maws and shit 

Cause Brooklyn stole the show like a grand larcenist 

But ease up off us, or you'll need officers 

We're deadly, there's no cure 

Boom bang em on down, treat competition like clowns 

Crooklyn, Crooklyn, from town to town 

Serve your girl butt naked 

If she's gone, who took it? 

 

This one is for Brooklyn, land of crooks, home of my game 

Try to front and we retire, MC's set em all on fire 

Scooping up the fly ladies round my microphone like a Mercedes 

If I was a video game you couldn't play me 

So keep it moving, don't play yourself 

Your rhymes are sinna raffin, mine quite graffing 

Switch up, change up, Brooklyn still gets biz 

Plop plop, fizz fizz like Alka-Seltzer 

Try to freak it, wind up in a homelsss shelter 

Cause fuck what you heard, this is Crooklyn's casa 

Try to see us, and it's an MC massacre 

When we step, your state we shook it 

If it's gone, no doubt, Brooklyn took it 

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