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(feat. Cocoa Brovaz) [Verse 1] [Steele] Brace yourself for the awesomest pair when cocoa b's palm deck, put the trees in the air this time we came to represent the place we from bucktown, new york take it, never, and run now, take a sec to respect this pedigree steps up pioneers in the industry generail S-T double E-L-E and the B, smokey, my pee, you see last emp, big print, nino storm we roll up a dub sack right before we have to perform me and the band that I just mentioned we get it on in these brooknam trenches [Teck] We regulate when you tell jake I struck ya (Here We Go!) pay a cake, send 'bout eight, though the toucher (Here We Go!) funk-layin' popo, you gotta go-go (Here We Go!) you felt the fo-fo, we skate out on flow-low (Here We Go!) we move out with two's, thugs and drugs low slugs twist up and I spread my love that's the B.K. way, the only way I know how to be Letras de cancionessee me in the scunnel brooklyn on the side of me Break! Go!, Go! [x8] [Last Emperor] Let the world bear witness as hip-hop spreads from America, the U.K. and even tibet some fake politicians label it as a threat with the attack of the last emp, steele and teck I went from west Philadelphia to Bucktown Day-O said hit 'em with the rough sound (hit 'em with it) Bobby Simmons cold beef the drums down or go emperor to shut the whole club down (murda!) Prince Paul brings the cuts and scratches and attacking it, man, you know where the action is back and forth as the D.J. spins we attempt to make history once again Break! Go Emperor! [x8] [Verse 2] [Teck] Brooklyn best Isl is our hometown shrowm gown that's how we get down spit rounds, hit clowns with thick pounds stuff grams up mounts for the greyhounds with that butter shit, off white color shit find a town, smother it, on some gutter shit like spider webs, i hang in the hood that's what separates the rapper do's, you can, and i could ya'll the type that smoke dirt, easy to be merked run around with broke, unloaded guns that don't work deserved to be hurt, kidnapped in the store gun-butted with the eighty and beat up in the public Break! Go Brooklyn! [x7] [Last Emperor] Last Emp found the way with the rhymes I say to straight mutulate mic's and fight urban decay I make the crowd sway in a dangerous way point blank, this ain't a game, mutha fuckas don't play! I create fresh rhymes with the lava method I put it out, a few rappers try to catch it the type of emcee that they don't invite to sessions I come real, and they're just composite sketches we brought the band back for a lob track it ain't a DAT man, ya'll niggaz can't rewind that who got the heat, now ya'll know where to find that and you can catch me out back with a dime sack [Steele] It ain't nothing like Bucktown music when u smoking on a nine-five cruisin' or when you with a dime chic getting booted in the big truck, system up, boomin' you like it cuz you choose it many commercial emcees miss-use it but the name of the game is rapture now you rap actors meet you rap masters Break! Go Emperor! [x8] From Letras Mania