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The Bario starts two streets over
Miguel, he's a friend of mine
With brick we've built a reputation
Like dry ice in the summertime

Now all you
[Aesop Rock]
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I
The barrio starts two streets over
Miguel, he's a friend of mine
With brick weed, built a reputation
Like dry ice in the summertime

Now all you
This here, comes breaking in
Like brick to glass, like grace to sin
Gonna kick down walls like West Berlin
Shout an Amen, hug it out, then

And this
the battle has left, 
We climb up a mountain of human flesh, 
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life. 
A young figure sits still by
Turbulence located the matrix then impedes(ooh)
Whistle be in dirge bout the boogie burst classic
Helen fell in haunted machines screened by similars
That
when it heard the first blast 
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed 
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar 
Looked more like
(*All scratches by DJ Revolution*)

("I was a fiend")
("I was a fiend")
("I was a fiend")
("I was a fiend")
("I was a fiend")

(Shaquille O'Neal)
Yo
in my house now
Start the game the whistle blows
Pay attention close 'cause the story goes

It's like boom (boom)
I put it in the hoop
Like slam
in my house now
Start the game the whistle blows
Pay attention close 'cause the story goes

It's like boom (boom)
I put it in the hoop
Like slam
known to squeal, makin' sour deals
Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
???
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras]	Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can]	Four swordsmen
[Ras]	From the land
talkin' 'bout cheddar

Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
the battle has left, 
We climb up a mountain of human flesh, 
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life. 
A young figure sits still by
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
the car keys in it
I’m getting out

Each brick is a pixel
Each step is a stitch in the dust
Grass it’ll whistle
Buzzed by the breath with your lungs