Where my Flatbush niggas at? /
Where my Bed-Stuy niggas at? /
Where my Brownsville niggas at? /
Where my Fort Greene niggas at? /
Where my Bushwick niggas at? /
Where my Crown Heights niggas at? /
Where my BROOKLYN niggas at…huh?

Verse:

Picture a pistol get defensive/
I trigger my lyrics to knock a nigga off his senses/
I see you get pensive when I’m around/
direct from the underground/
take a bow when this king lifts his crown /
a kings county bounty hunter/
spittin’ fire and dropping thunder/
never discount the hunger that sits on my city’s tundra/
discovering what it takes to master greatness/
dismissing the hate that’s often displaced from traitors x fakers/
I’m favored to be the favorite/
you flake when you get a taste of the fame/
guard your name cause they’re hungry for your replacement/
I run this race with my faith and a can of mace/
to spray your fuckin’ problems out my personal space/
(fuck out my face) /
tis the season to be what niggas believe in/
I’m sinkin’ my teeth directly in yo ears so I can feed em/
leaving behind a world of pain for the diamonds and pearls/
or girls with diamonds/
just as long as bitches are shining/
the last fresh batch of the 80s/
a Bush baby/
lookin to tag my name up in every city and state /
we recognize Brooklyn niggas/
regular record wreckers/
you send yo army my way/
and my urban rebels will flesh em OUT! /
fresh off the presses/
I’m destined to be forever/
like Wu-Tang coming with weapons/
you best protect yo neck (nigaa) /
Rest assured, my words flex with the urge to purge
any and every wack nigga tryna be heard/
I’m a fucking menace believe me/
trouble follows me freely/
hungry but seldom needy/
and never how you perceive me/
see, seeking freedom’s a feeling I like/
the way money power respect is the key to this life/
I might / resurrect the spirit of Brooklyn so she could feel this/
niggas remove the bias from your ears so you can hear this/
when we react to competition it’s gotta be fearless /
sharpen your skills before you start with this villain /
I am… /
Sheathing the sword of war/
that’ll rip and cut right through your laws /
lyrics ready to burn your core /
everything that you’ve heard is wrong/
set up shop right up on your lawn /
making your women smile and fawn /
file this under a violent swarm /
of rebels ready to bring the storm/
this urban rebel collective /
should never be tested /
impressive in sections /
even better connected /
every veteran of this era is set to respect it /
and if not /
the bandwagon is set up for seconds nigga/
…urk…