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the Brooklyn Bridge

The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone
My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brooknam
Yall outsiders better come right,
I remember comin' from Haiti growin' up in Brooklyn
On Flatbush got my first sneakers tooken
Learn the game quick so I got my first device
Mom moved
screams where she sons at
Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the judge
at
Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at
Trying to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is
screams where she sons at
Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the judge
what? (smack)

[Chorus: Lil Dap]
BK BK till the day that we day
Open my eyes, the seventh day a new surprise (2X)

[Lil Dap]
Uh, first your a victim
Skeltah album called... 
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
(Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for precautions
Plus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffin
She might got a whole batallion of Bucktowners
permeated
With the healing melody of an invisible choir
And I knew I had entered the domain of the living God

My eyes beheld a vast concourse of souls
that ass with my Timbs all day
You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept away
Just behave and be a good son -- or else
I'm bringin the noise cause
Theocratic
It's the Phanatik getting' deep as if
I was aquatic, nomadic
The Son of Man has no place to lay his afro
Sacred tabernacle
Dwellin' prevalin'
[Hurricane G]
Aiyyo son, you have the right to remain silent
Even though you ain't did NOTHIN violent
So Hurricane G spit this, rip this
Straight
guns back, momma screams where she sons at
Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place
(Let the sun shine)
Yeah yeah its a brand new day y'all (Let the sunshine in)
Turn me up in the top a little bit dog
Little do you know, y'all gonna
the first to the millionth
It's extra, ordinary and plain
I walk a thousand paces of light ahead of the game
By the time you get where I'm standing, I'll
my Haitian from they stinks as my "Yankee"
Wonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son
My history - a hypocrite, so what
Back in the day, these niggaz rolled up on me with
the trunk filled with Bomber Brooklyns, sheeps and quartervilles
Aiyyo take that shit, aiyyo Money
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
mothers
And black mothers need sons
Not children that's been killed by guns
It's, just another form of slavery, a modern day lynchin'
The others get
don`t half-step, without protection
The rules of the game is, spit first
until you see his wig burst, before he flame his
You see a man gon` claim his
EL-P Speaking:

Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
And who can see it.. plain as day
Look how it FALLS down
Falls down upon
Firing Squad nigga, Firing Squad
'First Family', top notch nigga, BD

I used to have so much confidence in myself
But now my game is changed and my
[Intro: Fredro Starr]
Just to let you know this is recorded 9/11/2001
The day the World Trade Center blows up
Shit is real, son
Shit hit home, kid,
* from the forthcoming "a view from masada"

[movie sample]
*horses neighing*
As the final days begin, God sends four terrible horsemen *horses
boy

On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but