Brooklyn's back on the map, I'm not bragging
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
Doggonnit, your girl's on it
My vocals rip through your Pelle Pelle
Try to freak it, wind up in a homeless shelter
If I was a video game you couldn't play me
I repre, aw fuck it, don't even need to say it
You can't see me so you can't hit me
Ah check it out, check it out yo
But ease up off us or you'll need officers
I stomp out the last dragon
Switch up, change up, Brooklyn still gets biz
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
Ah check it out, check it out yo
So niggas be having mad maws and shit
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
We used to spark jams, now niggas get jammed
So keep it moving, don't play yourself
Record companies are on it, you can't have it, causing havoc
Serve your girl butt naked, if she's gone, who took it?
Making noise from the US to Russia
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
My rhymes on beats strategically I melt any MC
You can't rip it, I grip it and flip it
If your props are gone, Brooklyn took it
Trip it down memory lane, back to the park jams
Here's the remedy, for all your cornball raps
Holding my own on the street and the microphone
Boom bang 'em on down, treat competition like clowns
Mindcrusher, spinecrusher, Brooklyn been banging
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
Grand groove, grandmaster, like back in the days
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
So many bodies on my microphone, the shit's haunted
Try to front and we retire, MC's set 'em all on fire
If it's gone, no doubt, Brooklyn took it
Couldn't set it, even if you wanted
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
Cause fuck what you heard, this is Crooklyn's casa
Scooping up the fly ladies 'round my microphone like a Mercedes
We're deadly, there's no cure
Building, destroying, deploying
Try to see us, and it's an MC massacre
You ace deuce tre, I four five six and trips
Your rhymes are [unverified] sinna raffin' [unverified], mine quite graffing
When we step, your state we shook it
'Cause Brooklyn stole the show like a grand larcenist
Plop plop, fizz fizz like Alka-Seltzer
You know the time when I start to saute it
Drums numb your ears, rhymes swell up your lips
Chicks gravitate towards the crooked
Or should I say jelly?
Crooklyn, Crooklyn, from town to town
Defeating all foes, bring your styles
This one is for Brooklyn, land of crooks, home of my game
