Jeru The Damaja Brooklyn Took It Lyrics

Brooklyn Took It Lyrics

(Ah check it out...check it out yo) (Repeat 4x)

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 niggas 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, Brooklyn took
it

Chorus:
("Brooklyn keeps on taking it" - KRS) (Repeat
4x)

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 shit'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 fuck
it, don't even need to say it
You know the time when I start to sautee
it
So niggas be having mad maws and shit
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 butt
naked
If she's gone, who took it?

Chorus

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
If I was a video game you couldn't play me
So keep it moving,
don't play yourself
Your rhymes are ?sinna raffin?, 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 homelsss
shelter
Cause fuck what you heard, this is Crooklyn's casa
Try to see us,
and it's an MC massacre
When we step, your state we shook it
If it's gone,
no doubt, Brooklyn took it

Chorus