JERU THE DAMAJA - Brooklyn Took It lyrics

rate me

(Ah check it out...check it out yo) [x4]

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

[Chorus:]

[KRS] ("Brooklyn keeps on taking it") [x4]

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 strategicly 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?

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]