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lirik lagu brooklyn nostalgia – frank knight

[verse 1: frank knight]

i’m from the crack rock back blocks where they sold mad rock
where they been hustling since the days of young matlock
nations of the god’s in the earth say what’s the math ak
sling supreme like supreme, when he had the ave’s hot
just a young shorty learning how that path rot
rep my block like a mascot, oldies in the crack spot
with rainbow collections in capsules… that’s mad tops
blue tops tan tops d’s in the black drop
big homie said that few know fed fear though
it’s like being suffocated and watching your air go
it’s a necrophilia-future fetish for coming death
where paroled uncles, asking young’n is you gunning yet
prison ain’t teach me a thing, but don’t get caught again
just a ghetto viking n-gga, i enjoy to slaughter to men
whether low time petty hustlers or alderman
time to carry on tradition little homie guard your kin
brother’s only worship each other’s heart your god your men
you go’n to ride or die, cause i ain’t goin question heart again
when faced with a question like that from your own blood
you question your destiny are you meant to be a thug?
with black mask and black gloves or are you mama’s angel
maybe it’s a reason you see life from a different angle
feel twisted like the wrist in the ghetto way we aim tools
yeshua became a man at 12, so make moves

[hook: beastie boys & odb sample]

here’s a little story i got to tell
brooklyn… (4x)

[verse 2: frank knight]

this for the misses back in the days who was kissing us
and this is for n-ggers back in the days who was dissing us
it’s a lot of names and not enough bars to pull the lists up
way before the clips would bust, back when it was fist to cuffs
n-gga it was six of us i wonder what the group would be
if sh-t ain’t change like p-b-rty, f-ck all the scrutiny
how thinking back is stupidly, cause sh-t n-gga if you was me
cutting ducking truancy, and chilling with who used to be
alive, then dammit n-gga your eyes might cry
water up enough to reenact noah’s tides
back before shia was louis on “even stevens”
we was h-rny trying to find the loosest hoe drinking s-m-n
cause when young watching p-rn seeing b-tches freaking
your imagination fantasy alters your wishes dreaming
corrupted and disrupted at the hormones that erupted
our innocence interrupted, so n-gga f-ck the f-ck sh-t
this ain’t back in the days n-gga’s is quick to buck sh-t
bust wigs, touch kids, fingerprints ain’t dusted
now little n-ggers k!ll i’m rhyming the ills
steal ain’t concealed it’s fronted like consignment and grills
too many getting knocked it’s not they can’t out race the d’s
too many getting knocked cause they can’t out race they deeds
guard your female siblings, that block a take your sister
here hands cut crack for green, rock paper scissor

[hook: beastie boys & odb sample]

here’s a little story i got to tell
brooklyn… (4x)

- frank knight

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