(* taken from album booklet)
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[ Steele ]
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Feel this, feel this
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Brooklyn's in the house
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Brooklyn's in the house
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[ VERSE 1: Steele of Cocoa Brovas ]
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S-T, Supreme Teacher, read you like a preacher
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Seat you down, make you pay close attention to my ether
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My aura illuminates, removin the snakes who lay awake
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Lovin to hate, but we still elevate
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Massagin the brain, utilize the wisdom contained
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Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintain
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Some nights I walk with the understanding, build cypher
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Like Charles Bronson, vigilante ready to snipe ya
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Ignite the marihuana, roll a cigar from Havana
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Tony Santana, smokin in the Coco Cabana
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Or in the sauna, after doing my calisthenics
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Universal metrics, reversin the hex, cursin the sexist
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Accepting my blessings, remembering my lessons
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Take my dog's suggestions when he told me keep my Smith & Wesson
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For protection, the streets is watching and they testin
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They know when you're frontin and when you're representin
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[ CHORUS ]
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It's not where you be or how you be
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Or who you be or what you got
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Unique sounds, grounds is hot
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We comin through, we tidal waves in this rap shit
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Now how you be, now who you be and where you be?
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[ VERSE 2: Afu-Ra ]
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You wanna get with the brothers that's the illest?
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The microphone have sex with my lyrics
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Hit shit off, first move is doggy style
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No premature ejaculation, last for a while
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Flippin and turnin and splittin it, all type positions
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Grabbin and tuggin and yokin it, all type of missions
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Crazy - nah, I'm not that type of brother
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My verses, when they out in the streets, they carry rubbers
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I heard you're drippin, your rap style got gonorrhea
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Exploitations of nations, look at this, it's here, yo
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Seven days around the clock ass all in the videos
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I know you like it, I do too, love the cheese, yo
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But this is hip-hop, stop it, go make a porno
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Not player-hatin, on the mic I'm player-scrapin
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Nobody seen it, whole eons change to zeniths
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I bounce styles that's sexual, plus I'm intellectual
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Thoughts transverse to physical, I keep it spiritual
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I got the motts, you bust the dutch, I got the hydro
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I just sit back on tracks and let it flow
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[ CHORUS ]
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[ VERSE 3: Tek of Cocoa Brovas ]
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I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump with me?
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Constantly, constantly, constantly rollin a Phonta leaf
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You know it's beef when you gettin stomped losin teeth
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Because you sweet and ain't got no claims to the street
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You'se the type to get shot and go explain to the cops
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Come to court every day, make sure a nigga get locked
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But I thought you had that big Glock that you bust a whole lot
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Then why my nigga's sittin up in that little cell block?
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I'm tellin ya, ock, the world is a spot for snid-akes
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Niggas who hid-ate, do anything to get the pid-apes
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Love to see me down and out, blood in my mouth
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Steez all sweated out, tied up in my house
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Can I live and still give, take my team on sprees?
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Twistin out skeeze out of custom drop-top V's?
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You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin the dick
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When B.G.S. is the squad, the dice stay on the six
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[ VERSE 4: Jahdan ]
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Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry bones
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Dem ah search dem Seven Seas, dem ah throw stick and stone
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M-mh, dey gonna melt like snow cone
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Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final showdown
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Well some ah said dem ah star, dem love car
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Dem at war, and a blur, dem nah really reach far
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But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon
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Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious tune
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A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem
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We gonna steer far from dem
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I know that we are kings and we love nice things
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But we not sell out fi no diamond ring
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Yo, I got da Lord in ah mi mind
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So any which part mi come, mi ah go shine
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Trust me, we don't fear nothin
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So don't boost up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin
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Mi turn dem off like mi turn of mi light
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Jah control di better part of mi life
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D&D Soundclash
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Afu-Ra |