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[I-Born] Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em we pick em and kick em Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe be on a Quest like Tip and them On every avenue puttin the full clip in em Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a round into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms I don't even consider them In the new millenium we killin them Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them We originate styles, other be stealin them [Thor-El] You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next? Comin out to fuck with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my shit and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse [Buckshot] Let's take a walk through Crown Heights Steppin through the city at night, with the ? and two mic Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs Head back to Brooklyn in the Expo Back on the block, I see the cops everybody clockin Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked Why not? You see the recipe Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my nigga Biggie [Keith Murray] I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Where the niggaz and the bitches stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a bitch And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch Where the rich emerge, with the niggaz from the ditch And it's a myth, they get niggaz from the suburbs, that's herbs Yo this is for my niggaz on the block all day Who don't give a fuck waitin for crime to pay Put your money on it, yo we never fronted Long Island got some of the best niggaz that ever done it From Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch Niggaz comin through will not stand a chance From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale Comin deep from the depths of hell I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin Rough enough to break New York from Long Island [Cam'Ron] We destroy niggaz, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus Christ You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, peas and rice Makin about a G a night, they can't read or write But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the light But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man [Bounty Killer] Uptown massive, Uptown the borough Uptown let the ? kali, no sorrow Uptown trestle, Uptown of course I grab you ? they got me turn up to North And if dem turn up North ? hurt no tell de boss And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are boss De rap dancehall try on de Mossinos And if dem tie me off, dem can call me Cedro I put a rap to singalong in all de ? crew And if da gal a bitch ? ? the rainbow ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? [Killah Priest] SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! Yo, hit you with the force of an iron horse Tear your face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted Rock the earth of the axle, crabs who Polar bears beneath the sea gravel Thoughts be runnin wild like the Lil' Rascals Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws Chasin motherfuckers through malls, and clash in halls Beatin motherfuckers through walls, stompin through floors and jumpin down elevator shafts Searchin for they ass, stayin low in the grass Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic bags On stage like a savage goin mad WHAT? Yeah yeah SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! [Prodigy] Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects with us Then sent her ass back on the Q-train home Satisfied, she learned the words to my thug song See we one big borough of Dons with firearms And we never use those, til the man act other than he's 'sposed to, nigga what I'm 'sposed to do? Shots whistle, damn near missed dat Shoes get pissed at [Redman] From the, tip of my Timbs, to my eyebrows The hostile, english, Olde E widemouth Get PCP fiends, jumpin off cliffs And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off stiff My paragraph alone is worth five mics (uh-huh) A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh) And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your snipe and tell you fuck you and that bitch on your bike Brick City!! [Run] Aiyyo.. now bust it Never try me crimey I'm grimy so don't deny me I be Little like your Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney Buy me keys, to my Benz and my Coupe Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group (now speed it up) Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you figured Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was Never been that nigga If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you just be bowlin It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me and that's just my colon [Chorus: 2X] The five boroughs of death, we rep to death Step aside little bitch, aint show time yet It's goin down the moment we inside the spot Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets real |
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