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