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Yeah, Brooklyn Ac bitch, yeah
Yo Will Tell, it's fire son
Block McClezy, Block McCloud, check this
[Verse 1 - Block McCloud:]
Ayo I ?? ??, tic toc, 'round the clock, buildin' block
Been around the block a couple times with this hip-hop
Young chap, chipper with a tongue flap like flip-flops
Guns claps, spit shots, it's not a comeback
I've been here, ten years, yours truly, sincere
Spittin' in your ear, you're hearin' drip tears, you're in smears
Unreadible, some featurible, and some of y'all eating 'till you're full
I'm the truth, unbeatable
Got the proof, y'all not the truth son
Got the Juice [or jews] contact out, though I do
Watch Block produce beats that's got your goose cooked
Just like cops in high pursue, best cat to spit since Dr. Seuss
Unlock it, gun cock it, shoot it to some block
Run thru your crew, and you're chick is with my cocka-doodle-doo
Man your chick's done flew the coop, tuta-loo
Magic sticker, voodoo too, have her jumpin' thru some hula-hoops
Bummin' cause they ?? ?? and I say give me the loot
Or they get honey <--(?) in they tummy like they Winey The Pooh
Skip to my lou, skip to my lou, I'm sick with the flu
Spit, sip on my juice, kids bit it
Chip on they tooth, chip on they tooth, I'm slick with it loose like
Chicks on the deuce, you're wrist slitted (bitch)
Bitches, you haven't slit your wrist yet? C'mon you're not dead? C'mon die
This is Brooklyn Ac, Black Panthers
Yo we coming thru, we got a new member in the crew to spit
Who's that?
Yo what's you're name son? Tell me
Diabolic
Get 'em. Who you rep?
Brooklyn Academy, Yo
C'mon, yo spit that
[Verse 2 - Diabolic:]
Ride or die, I die to ride, but got to high to drive
Jumped in the driver's side, made a six and five collide
And I survived as my own violent co-pilot
In the passenger seat, blastin' the heat while I ghost ride it
Hit a tree, crash it, smash the dash's cheap plastic
Kill your boy and still avoid a six foot deep casket
Complete savage, on the streets with E tablets
While D's in a green Caprese Classic three past it
It seems drastic, drunk in L.I.E. traffic
Forced to wreak havoc, with an ounce a week weed habit
But I keep at it, chase paper with a straight razor
Stumble home late night, and hate life a day later
Cause life's a bitch, who only treat you right when you twice as rich
But if you're broke, she'll cut your throat and slice your wrists
I'm might just flip, grab a B cop by the weak spot
And drag him thru three blocks while other police watch
For warning, punks who grill like George Forman
'Till my four horsemen kick they second floor door in
Where cats record, smash the chord <--(?), snatch your broad
And choke you with the R.C.A. jack attachment chord
Y'all are strapped for war, clappin' back and fourth
As a last resort, I'll stab you with a plastic fork
But the streets is watchin', lots of birds gots some words
So while the Block observes, I'mma lock his optix nerve
Just watch and learn, snatch a Glock from a cop's holster
Shower shots over the entire pop culture
I'm supposed to rap, see I knew my soul was blessed
When I could hold my breath long enough to see you choke to death
Both hands around your throat glands for a few crumbs
Drunk off Burbon, searchin' for stores to booze from
I ain't ask for nothing, school myself to catch corruption
Friends who'd snipe me, and wifey passing judgement
I learned most, with my first toke of sherm smoke
Was an accident, I put a hatchet in this turncoat
Took cheese and blew on gear for the ????
See y'all have something to wear when you're leakin' fluid bleedin' thru it
Under the influence, drivin' drunk, fryin' skunk
Pullin' over to throw a rising punch 'till both your eyes are lump
Got hash and endo right here, no job or resume
Just half a demo and the gear I was rockin' yesterday
I'm loosin' it, a lunatic who'd use a fist
To abuse your chick's uterus, when I throw bows like Ludacris
Your crew's too bitch to fathom a magma shootin'
With the intension of apprehending your platinum crucifix
But knowledge is power, plus snatchin' wallets from cowards
Beats Bolic at tower workin' for six dollars an hour
Now the game's an open stage to release a prisoner
Who's aiming a loaded gage at the police commisioner
I took advantage, looked at a good book for answers
The Art Of War, painting masterpieces on a crooked canvas
Throw a right hook and land it, to beat your weak jaw
With every freakin' cheap whore screamin' he's raw
On Funk Flex front steps, 'till he unleashes C4
That'll be nuclear winter for the eastern seaboard
My shit reaches each store, I play the hand I'm dealt
If not I'll fill my trunk and give 'em straight to fans myself
There's two dozen crews thuggin' that say that you nothin'
They say that you bluffin' cause of the place you grew up in
Now you ganstas and thugs hangin' in clubs, shootin' 'em up
With 22's on the truck and 100 proof in the cup
Controllin' blocks with coke and rock, holdin' Glocks
No you're not, prove it, shoot this patrollin' cop
Just load and lock the fullest clip you got then pull and click
Lick shots 'till bullets hit, if not you're full of shit!
[Verse 3:]
I'm a ?? ?? saint terror, frame draped with a leather
Cape of metal buckles 'round the face so I escape quicker
Standin' on the top, landin' on a sky-skraper
With the cops chantin', in the helicopters takin' shots at me
Millenium boots, better ready your noose
My steady hand will machete any livin' thing that moves
Lose a lot of body fluids, when pissin' and bleedin'
I'm a ridiculous heathen, with syphillis like sickness when breathing
Human taxidermy, actual rappers layin' with gats
And ?? stab <--(?) and stop reactions from the scapal turnin'
Catch me at all, ?? person that somebody
Or robbin' purses or church lunch in, lurchin' in the ?? duckin'
The priest molester with a child abuser
He detected to find it highly amusin'
To try to fry the devil's hide, tryin' to pry into a child's rectum
So I disect them, die and let them cry while I'm wavin' by some side exits
Die like the specially challenging like a Kenyan runnin' backwards
Embaressin' amputee runners from passin' them
Hot slim rapidly, smarter-rer <--(?) handidly
I'd never be a martyr, the afterlife couldn't handle me
Open your chest like a can or be damaging your whole humanity
Until you panic and burst your anatomy
I'm stealth, you'll never corner Jean, I move with the ??
So who's next, I got a whole fuckin' slew of vandettas
[Verse 4:]
Dudes be rhymin' gangsta, with them shitty lyrics
You fake, why you emulatin' 50's image
And wait, how you a drug dealer pushin' ??
And come up short with the weight like a skinny midget
Okay I won't hate, I'mma just get these digits
I'm so sick they got my transcript at every clinic
You so bitch you got raped in almost every prison
Homeboy listen, your bird is my pigeon
These words that I'm spittin', got your bird slurpin' my jizum
Me and you in the game, someone told you a lie
Don't get lit up like the C4 on the fourth of July
Back up, I'll stab you with a fork in your eye
And tell everyone, never again talk to this guy
Get some internet kids, to spread rumors about ya
That ain't your car, your frontin', really I doubt ya
That's a company driver, and you pay him with voutures
The outcome is this, the game is rap
By some mothafuckas people call the Brooklyn Ac
We not cookin' crack, we got books with rap
That'll shut the industry down and bring Brooklyn back (nigga what)
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[Verse 5:]
I'll bite into you with iron teeth like a violent leech
Blood's an aquired taste, I dry you on a quiet beach
Like Block I'll drain you, maim you to the pain
I came to disturb the physical curve of the game
Grae matter fuckin' up your thought pattern, scattered
Eratic, noronic, ebonic, slainer, banger, a dope product
Hypnotic drinker, exotic anger, melodic singer
A smoke addict, allegic to cancer and asmatics
A broke rapper indebted to credit like crack addicts
With good dealers who lean 'em a little
I'm mean and when I dream, I double dribble my ?? scenes
A couple with ten teens, and full schools with M-16's that giggle
I'll rip your throat in the middle, watch you choke on your spittle
Flyin' trap, no side attacks, when I run by in a black suit
Why try to beat the maniacle rage of this diabolical mega beat like I'm fining a slave
With his feet on the table in the den of the plantation
Then switch and jump in his body and smash the master's face in
My lack of patience exceeds a normal level
I see the one it ??, it green, but if you mettle, it screams
The unforgettable hypes, I might invite you to dance
With me handsome, under pale moon light
Cut you damn tongue, don't repent for shit like I'm Manson
Badly handlin' a hand gun, madly shootin' at random
With ample angles <--(?), aiming and missin', straight in your kitchen
When bacon slingin' your children, pay attention, hey your fate is tickin'
My face is twitchin', I'mma loosin' pace, hallucinatin'
Like I swallowed quarter and an eighth case of Peruvian weight
Virgin, fuckin' no lubrication, this conversation's a combination
Of mothafuckas out to get your occupation
Laceration's fallen, we swarmin' ya like some locust
Engulfin' and then inform you, we warn this the last dopest <--(?)
[Outro - Block McCloud:]
This is ya last warning
Brooklyn Ac, we here
Lookin' at this everywhere (all around)
Not only in Brooklyn
You know like, Statin Island, Detroit
But we here, the numbers is growin'
Face it, ?? ??
3, 2, 1, get over it
Die
[sample goin' on in background - Don't sleep. We will kill you, as we're creepin' thru the night. Don't weep <--(?). Hide into your bedroom. Go ask him <--(?), creepin' thru the night]
