Brooklyn Academy - The Gutter lyrics

[Intro (Overlapped with Hook): Block McCloud] Yeah. Uh. Yeah. Word A' Mouth. Down in the hole. Down in the gutter [Hook: Samples with Black Panther Scratches] “The gutter” - Sample from [?] [Verse 1: Block McCloud] That's where you'll find us taking fat chicks to movies My sick clique ain't nothing but crack is fixing moolies Japs, chinks, and gooks be acting unruly On smack, dips, and ruffies, magic fingers cool cheese We be adding some brewskis, bagging the groupies Fat lips on hoochies, hat tricks that move dreams From crashing a hooptie to flashing a newbie From fashions of Stüssy to Versace blue jeans From [?] to Bloomies, rack with the Bruce Lees Then back to the boonies ‘til the rat snitches stool me Crack, spliffs, and woolies, bat sticks and toolies Tabs, hits, and coolies, bags nicks with Doo trees Like Shaggy and Scooby. Asking a floozy If her snatch packed with cooties in the backseat of the new Jeep She actually blew me. The pa**ion was too deep For words, so she scratched it on a loose leaf [Hook: Samples with Black Panther Scratches] “The gutter” - Sample from [?] “I'm out the gutter” - Sample from [?] “The gutter” - Sample from [?] “I'm out the gutter” - Sample from [?] [Interlude 1 (Overlapped with Hook): Will Tell] Yo. Uh huh. Where we at, n***a? (That's right). That's right. (All day) [Verse 2: Will Tell] My style's filthy, dirty, down in the gutter Curbside, I see the New York City, the streets Down in a hole, underground, face pounding your soul Feel it shaking up the ground and the poles When I ride up your block, my crew's down the avenue I never give a f**. I got a brew and an attitude Windows tinted, I'm setting off your car alarm I got eighteen-inch speakers that bump when they aren't on Sell it, then I'm gone. My n***as call me “Double-Jointed” ‘Cause I move so many elbows on the arm My Brooklyn grimies make moves, sipping Grey Goose We made it ‘cause we paid dues and prayed to Jesús I'll spit the bars to Rikers if rhyming's the crime of my life Or with the mind of a no-good and eyes of a sniper f**ing luck of the Irish, I'll get you stuck on A four-letter word when it goes up in your sinus [Hook: Samples with Black Panther Scratches] “I'm out the gutter” - Sample from [?] “The gutter” - Sample from [?] “I'm out the gutter” - Sample from [?] [Interlude 2: Mr. Metaphor and Will Tell] Will Tell: Yo. Yo, n***a, where we at? Mr. Metaphor: It's hard to breathe down here. You could run but you can't hide [Verse 3: Mr. Metaphor] Underneath the potholes, burn your nostrils It's toxic fuming. You know that we not just human The tunes is oozing, the room is fumed When the goons is glowing, the sewer's flowing. This sh** is ugly When you fall in the gutter, don't call your mother You better sip your supper, a quick picker-upper It's where the rats is neighbors, stray cats and Alligators, shadows chasers, narrow places Dirty pillowcases in cardboard boxes Thirty filthy faces, darkness is watching Got you locked inside. Hear the critters scatter Pitter-patter. So thirsty, want to lick the ladder Gutter water—feel it burning when it hits your bladder The gutter stalk as streets is talking, hear the chitter-chatter Demons amongst you, fiending to hunt you It's hard to breathe when you know you can't leave when you want to [Hook: Samples with Black Panther Scratches] (x6) “I'm out the gutter” - Sample from [?] “The gutter” - Sample from [?]