Mos Def: A ha

Hey hey, ha ha say what say whatHa ha bust it yoSometimes I feel like I don't have a partnerSometimes I feel like my only friendIs the city I live in, is beautiful BrooklynLong as I live here believe I'm on fire heyCuz it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-KL-Y-N is the place where I stayThe B-the-R-the-O-the-O-KBest in the world and all USAIt's the B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-KL-Y-N is the place where I stayThe B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-KPlace where I rest is on my born dayBust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflectWatch the world go by and my thought connectI think about the time past and the time to comeReminesce on Bed-Stuy when I was pride and youngI used to try and come, to the neighborhood functionThrow on my Izod, say a little somethingWhen I was just a youngin, before the days of thugginHow me and Charlie Chims (aiyyo what?) I'm only bugginFast forward, Nine-Now I gotta team my seedI must proceed at God's speed to perform my deedLivin the now space and time, round the nine to fiveFor as long as I'm alive, paw I got to striveI ain't sittin roadside, that ain't harder to planI'm out here for my fam doin all that I canI love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirtsNickname Bucktown cuz we grown to outburstPhilosophy redefine us, touch mines I touch backWalk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracksCatch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust backBring the marty to your face wit no place to run backI'm from the slums that created the bass that thump backThis ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump backWhat you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums atDraw they guns back, momma screams where she sons atTryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakesThe fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the placeSettled by the judge many years agoThree billion strong and here we goGOOD MORNINNNNNNNNNGG VIETNAM!!!Ha (back up back up back up back up back up) [repeated in background]Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place that I live atUnlike any place I ever been atThe home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim capsHave a mishap, push ya wig backWhere you go to get the fresh trim atFour on the jake got the Timb rackBlue collars metro carding itThugs mobbin it, form partnershipIncrease armorment, street pharmacistDeep consequence, when you seek sleek ornamentsYou get caught, rode the white horse and can't get offBig dogs that trick off just get sent offThey shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live offIt's real yo but still yo, it's love hereAnd it's felt by anybody that come hereOut of towners take the train, plane and bus hereMust be something that they really want hereOne year as a resident, deeper sentimentShoutout "Go Brooklyn!", they representin itSittin on they front stoop sippin GuinessesUsin native dialect in they sentencesFrom the treeline blocks to the tenamentsTo the Mom & Pop local shop menacesTravel all around the world in great distancesAnd ain't a place that I know that bear resemblanceThat's why we it The PlanetNot a borough or a prov, it's our style that's uncalmFrom ?sun? to the ? to the Lafayette GardensWhite ?coff guawinas? in they army jacket liningsYo this goes out to my cats in Coney IsleFriday night out in front The Himalaya goin wildThis goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv VillageThe nighties, and all my ?yarda trenny? Brown's VillageParkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the fiftiesThe cats out in Starite City gettin busyTo the Hook, to the East, to the StuyBushwick and Kanarcy, Farraget, Fullgreen, and MarcyMy Flatbush posse, generals of armiesWhen it's time to form, just call meAnd let this song be, playin loud in Long BIf you love Bucktown STRONGLY!RAISE IT UP!Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it happen atLive sway and the sharp balance of the battle axeIrons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer backIt's where you find the news tool crew cameras atIt's where my fam is at, summertime jame is atThey play Big and get you open like a sandal backHotter than candle wax, hustlin you can't relaxThe crack babies tryin to find where they mama's atIt's off the handle black, wit big police scandals thatTurn into actions screenplays sold to MiramaxThe type of place where they check your appearance atAnd cats who know where all the hot 'lo gear is atThe stompin grounds, where you find a pound, smoke is thatBe blazin charm that have your wave cap floatin backThe doorstep where the disposessed posted atDope fiends out at Franklin Ave sellin zovaraxYou big ballin better keep your money folded backCuz once the young guns notice that it's over, blackBrooklyn keep on takin it, worldwide we known for thatFlossy cats get it snatched like the local taxThe place I sharpen up my baritone vocals atWhere one of the greatest MC's was a local cat