Peter Rosenberg - New Brooklyn (Remix) lyrics

Brooklyn, New York is our hometown! (Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot) 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 floa-ting, I sold seed Got smoke and I don't speak, these streets never know sleep Breezing off the avenue, the cabbie's catch a attitude Five dollar phone chargers, but they not compatible f** a hipster, I'm a n***a, Brooklyn born Banned everything but the liquor, ghetto Qur'ans I speak songs to the willing and the righteous Might just wine for the gal in the tight dress f** that, never disrespect a silly record Less it's disrespecting Brooklyn, you'll get your live token sponsored links No you shouldn't, but you will, we armed and aimed to k** Brooklyn heavy weight you'll never take us under G for real. Brooklyn, New York is our hometown! Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop (Verse 2 : Meechy Darko) Dollar van to the j**elry 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, ra**le ain't no longer tattled Peep my BK point of view like that Spike Lee angle Rockefeller drug lords, or the judge might hang you BK breezing warriors, the most notorious But the bearer of the throne will always be the Notorious one Mos Def-initely, I'm feeling mighty Fab, puffing on the Jay Busting rhymes while the time past Birth place of Tyson, Jordan, get Jackson'ed n***a give me your wallet, b**hes hand me your pocketbooks Replace the B with a C, Brooklyn, home of the crooks Brooklyn, New York is our hometown! (Verse 3: Issa Dash) Brooklyn so proper, n***a what you be talking bout Rebels soul, into gold since my mama pop me out Enlightened sound we lords of the boom bap ask around Smoking loud, all my Flatbush n***as love that sour pow Brooklyn we gutter, blocks patrolled by undercovers Innocent brothers go under for bag of ganja But f** that Beast Coast bout to take over n***as know that Spitting that soul rap, disguised the flow so it sound like a throwback They say you bringin 90’s back, alright I’m fine with that But all I'm trying to do is bring the motherf**ing honor back Where it started at, uhh, I'm a legend my G And besides that astrals smoking hash with the master of this sh** Elevated conglomerate, to the game that we fathered in Put away on some problem sh**, for me to work om my proper b**h Them AudiBeats think they the holy chosen ones Like f**ing Moses, Park, and fake from the real ones That's it n***a Brooklyn, New York is our hometown! (Verse 4: AK) Live from the ghettos of Flatbush where one bad look Could leave you Sam 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 through these booth intrusions Bringing our roots back, sun rays within our raps Gun plays 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 n***a 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 fronto spot I cop a daily, bringing it back to the ave, mixing the hash The sky's the limit I'm past, we the coldest cats in this rap Beast Coast no way to infiltrate our craft Third eye strapped, defeating these demons within my past (Verse 5: DyMe-A-DuZiN) The portrait is official, copped it like Winslow Spark a pipe and bowl, 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 cla**es to smash, she was accustom to cum guzzling Barely even ducking when the nut would splash Insecurity she covered up with make-up Me!? I appreciated nuttin' on her face Now a days she ain't s**ing then she basic As a younger youngin' they would buffen me with braces Big booty honey's wanna cuff me cause I'm caking Piggy's smell the piffy, wanna cuff me cause I'm baking, the game dangerous Emcee's get slain remain nameless Or upstate corrected like they say sandwich Your gaining 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 birthing your styles Now, I'm murking you out, enter the game verses the child When we was on tour with the LVRS surfing the crowd You was surfing the web, poking them hoes, look at you now Power trippin', rappers be spazzing when the sour lift 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 arising 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 swa*kin for my hometown (Hook x2) Cross the bridge, walk with me Tried to warn you but you all were sleep We taking over, you boring me My coast is here, and we all are beast And we representin’ Brooklyn, Brooklyn And we representin’ Brooklyn, Brooklyn And we representin’ Brooklyn, Brooklyn And we representin’ Brooklyn, Brooklyn