"Crooklyn" as written by Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Edward K. Archer, Kenyatta S. Blake and Duval A. Clear....
Here comes the pitch, and it comes in wide
And the count now is one and one to Jackie Robinson
Billy Martin

Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

Panic, as another manic depressive
Adolescent, stares at death, now what's left
When there ain't no God, and a whole lot of pride
It might be a homicide, so let the drama slide
We don't want no problems, B
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
'Cause life is too short, and it just gets shorter
I wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughtered
Last year alone, in the Dead Zone
Walk straight, but don't walk late
'Cause I'm comin' with a hate only made, from what it made me
'Cause nobody ever played me
Now it's, only gettin' worse, Buckshot and Ace
In the land of the waste, kickin' you in your face

We be doin' it up Crooklyn style
What does it take to get you wild?
My mentality is gettin' iller, killer
Instinct that's tryin' to infiltrate, but wait
I know you want to enter but I can't let you in
My mindstate's the maddest, I'm Gone With the Wind
Because it is, survival of the fittest
When the shit hits the fan I got my shank in my hand
Black man with the permanent tan
I come from the 'Ville and never ran, damn

I'm feelin' another part of reality
Hit me when I represent the F.A.P.
Straight from the 'Ville, Tilden played the building
I mean literally when I say I make a killing
For my cypher, see I'm finnin' to bust a piper
Original Headz represent the Brooklyn all nighter
Do or die, I'm sayin' it's you and I
Bring your click, so we can get Stone like Family Sly
Peace to C.I. and the Bush
Might even see Ruck and the Rock givin' the push

Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough
Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

We did it like that, and now we do it like this
We did it like that, and now we do it like this
Go inside your mind and find a time that you miss
And just, think about the steel in your fist
It's just an extension of your arm, it's that ghetto type of charm
That makes all the homeboys swarm
Can I drop the bomb? Oh yes I can
Move with the groove, smooth like Geechie Dan
Who is the man? That kid there
Who is the chick with the pick in her hair?
Angela, uh Davis, and we roll like Avis
Rent-a-car kid, there you are

You know where to find me, whenever you need me
If you know the ave', follow the path
To the land of the aftermath
But don't frolic in the midst, crazy ass Crooklyn kids
'Cause they always throwin a body on my lawn
I'm gettin' a Rott-weiler, without a collar
Get off my block boy and give me a dollar
For the trouble, or get blown up, like a bubble

Let's take a sec to think back, the year of the seven-oh
When Brooklyn was the place to go
Flow, on a journey up to Crown Heights
Ebbets Field, feel the reel to reel on your life
Trife, individuals live in the PJ's
Dee Evil, check my DJ
Hey, play what I want to play in the day
But in the night, I feel the right took a left
Bucktown, Brooklyn break it down
Heads from state to state, travel as I unravel the rate
How it, tapped Scott and Sutter
I remember way back in the days playin' hot peas and butter
Brother, if you want another lesson, Crooklyn, session
Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun

Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck
For your bucks, Masta Ace, has the taste
For ducks, and duck sauce, so tell Lord Digga
Dig a grave for the bones, sticks and stones
While I kick some ancient poems, through your domes
'Act went back, to attack your homes
So Tip, can I flip? (Yes you can)
I'm in the World War, with Muhammad my man

Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger
Uh-huh, what's happenin, to ReRun and Roger?
I think I seen 'em wearin' Timberlands and runnin' down the block
From D'Wayne and D'Wayne had a glock
'Cause he be sellin' rock for the Partridge Family
And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E
And he be pimpin' Chrissy from Three's Company
Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry
This is a 70's thing from the days
When kids didn't act so crazed, in Crooklyn

Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough
Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

Robinson waits, here comes the pitch
And there goes a line drive to left field
Waters, after it, he leaps and it's over his head
Against the wall, and Robinson Scores
Brooklyn wins! Brooklyn wins! Brooklyn wins!


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"Crooklyn" as written by Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad Kamaal Ibn John Fareed

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