Dyme-A-Duzin - New Brooklyn Remix lyrics
rate me(feat. Flatbush Zombies and The Underachievers)
Quarter waters, all aboard the trains in the summer days
I wipe my brow with a towel from the Barclay's
Daily News I refuse to bust the paper out
So when you eating chinese food make sure you pluck the staples out
O.G, kush got me floating and I sold seed
Got smoke and I don't speak, these streets never know sleep
Breezing off the avenue, the caddie's catch a attitude
Five dollar phone charges, but they not compatible
Fuck a hipster, I'm a nigga, Brooklyn born
Banned everything but the liquor, ghetto karron
I speak songs to the willing, and the righteous
Might just wine for the gal in the tight dress
Fuck that, never disrespect a silly record
Unless it's disrespecting Brooklyn, you'll get your live token
No you shouldn't, but you will, we armed and aimed to kill
Brooklyn heavy weight you'll never take us under G for real.
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
Dollar van to the jewelry man
Something like a grand for these gold fangs, I'm from the county of kings
Higher learning was a change, and why diesel inhaling grew wings
Nah mean, zombie's the top example why they call a rotten apple
Cut the tail off the city, rassle ain't no longer tattled
Peep my beat a point of view like that Spike Lee angle
Rockerfeller drug lords, and judge might hang you
BK breezing warriors, the most notorious
But the burrier of the throne will always be the notorious one
Most definitely, I'm feeling mighty fast, puffing on the j
Busting rhymes while the time past
Birth place of Tyson, Jordan, get Jackson'ed
Nigga give me your wallet, bitches hand me your pocketbooks
Replace the B with a C, Brooklyn, home of the crooks
Brooklyn, New York is our hometown
Brooklyn so proper
Nigga what you be talking about,
Rebels soul, eating gold since my mama pop me out,
he like the sound we go to the..ask around,
smoking loud, all my Flappers niggas that I sour and pow
Brooklyn we got up block full by undercover's
Innocent brothers go under for a bag of ganja,
but fuck that beast coast boat' to take over niggas know that
Spitting that slow rap, this got the flow so it sound like a blow back
They say you're bringing now this back around I'm fine with that
But all I'm trying to do is bring the motherfucking honor back
Where it started at, I'm a legend my G
And besides that answers smoking half with the master of this shit
Elevated conglomerate, so the game that we fathered in
Put away on some problem shit, for me to work om my proper bitch
Them AudiBeats think they the holy chosen ones
Like fucking Moises, Poker face from the real ones
That's it nigga
Live from the ghettos of Flatbush with one bad look
Could leave you sand cooked, that wasn't in your plan book right?
Hater, the light bearer, take flight to heights you scared of
Preparing the youth for revolution threw these booth intrusions
Bringing our roots back, sun rays withing our raps
Gun play outside the trap, 5.0 be on our backs
They try to box us in, but still I win, elevating the nation
Young God, no Satan, my nigga, stuff your brains with knowledge, power, respect
Most hours lived, no regrets, since I was little a vet
Now dollars what I collect, yes Brooklyn raised me
Dollar Vans bumping Jay-Z, this my stop at the french toast spot
I cop a daily, bringing it back to the ave, mixing and hatch
The sky's the limit I'm past, we the coldest cats in this rap
Because no way to infiltrate our trap
Third eye strapped, defeating these demons withing my past, motherf*cker
The portrait is official
Copped it like Winslow, spark a pipe bimbo, sharpen my mental,
Junior High I used to fake sick and get sent home
High School I finally got to take a white chick home
Cutting classes to smash, she was accustomed to cum guzzling
Barely even ducking when the nut would splash
Insecurity she covered up with make-up
Me?! I appreciated nothin' on her face,
Now a days she ain't sucking man is she basic
As a younger youngin' they would buffen me with braces
Big booty honey's wanna cuff me cause I'm caking
Biggie's smell the piffy, wanna cuff me cause I'm baking, the game dangerous
Emcee's get slain remain namers, or upstate corrected like they say sandwich
The game ain't in even if your a game changer, embrace haters
They say love and hate is the same, ain't it?
Buddy I'm way too raw for you to trade places
And sure man your making dad so proud with your styles
I'm rookie wild into the game verses the child
When we was on tour with them lovers surfing the crowd
You was surfing the web, helping them hoes, look at you now
Power trippin', rappers be spazzing when the sour lit them
Still roll with who I been with, the difference the cowards missing
Bunch of devoured victims I pile them, and I don't miss em'
Know it's a downer, but in these crowds you are non-existent
How would you feel if you arise where the suns at
And dumb cats are shooting while you flying so you comeback
They want me to walk, and telling me to run that BK never done that
I'm too far to hit them if I were to bust back, don't aim where the bums at
Continue on my quest on becoming the greatest
And show the new New York to our generation
And if you don't know, then you know now, I'm Flatbush, and I'm blowing loud
It's BK, it's Beast Coast, and I'm smoking for my hometown
Cross the bridge, walk with me
Tried to warn you but you all were sleep
We're taking over, you boring me
My coast is here, and we all are beast
And we representin' Brooklyn, Brooklyn x 3
And we representin'
