Norty Cotto - Brooklyn Took It lyrics

(Ah check it out...check it out yo) (Repeat 4x) [Verse 1 : Jeru the Damaja] 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 n***as 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, then Brooklyn took it [Hook] ("Brooklyn keeps on taking it" - KRS) (Repeat 4x) [Verse 2 : Jeru the Damaja] 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 sh**'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 f** it, don't even gotta say it You know the time when I start to sautee it So n***as be having mad maws and sh** 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 bu*t naked If she's gone, who took it? [Hook] [Verse 3 : Jeru the Damaja] 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 The eighties. If I was a video game you couldn't play me So keep it moving, don't play yourself Your rhymes are semi-baffling, 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 homeless shelter Cause f** what you heard, this is Crooklyn's casa Try to see us, and it's an MC ma**acre When we step, your state we shook it If it's gone, no doubt, Brooklyn took it [Hook]