Album Cover Brooklyn's Own

Brooklyn's Own

JOEY BADA$$

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Right

Yeah, yeahYeah

Badmon representing

Peace to the world

Peace to the earth

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I said, shit ain′t been the same since we made Killuminati

Hex across my chest see it written across my body

Bury me in gold 47 karat casket

Resurrect my soul come back as your favorite rapper

Yo, what if I told you there was nothing to be scared of

Nothing but yourself and all the lies they shared ya

Look at all the lives that we lost cause we fear love

To the unknown and Biggie's dream getting teared up

Lack of reverence for this sacred land we stand on

Its incoherent to the very things we planned

Can′t understand it if you never expand your

Indoctrinated minds, playing possum to the times

Thanking God I'm still alive

Every time I open my eyes in fact I lie

But lord knows I try

Tell me how we gon' survive in America

It′s a mass terror in everything I′m telling ya

Yo, it; s a genocide going on outside

Homicide, suicide, choose a side

You decide who stays alive, who gets crucified

Who deserve to die, hope it's never mine

Got my mama horrified every time I go outside

I can feel her heart beat when I′m in these dark streets

Yeah man I'm from Marcy, so the fact I made it here

Should in fact be haunting, cause I can make it anywhere

And nigga I′m

Brooklyn's, Brooklyn′s, Brooklyn's own

My baby

Brooklyn's, Brooklyn′s, Brooklyn′s own

That's right I′m Brooklyn's, Brooklyn′s, Brooklyn's own

My baby

Said I′m Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn′s own

To the world

Yo had ties to troops in Bed Stuy

Following, my heart stopped at the red light

Lexus the ride then we blasting out of sight

Like satellite, know a nigga stay with the dynamite

Its plain in Brooklyn, don′t get your chain took when you're not looking

Ain′t nothing worst than a Flatbush man with a gun in his hand

Ready to die for rubber band filled with just a couple grand

Kiss my Nanamen, how it feel

Ready to kill when you still got your hands on the wheel

Like I said the flow so ill, like I'm writing wills

When the skills get spilled

So tell me what you think you better not blink

But to sink slow to your death, best to watch your step

I got ′em on the edge let me tell 'em what I rep

Its the Brooklyn set and I don′t see no threats

I don't see no threats nigga

Its the best nigga, you guessed nigga

Ya ya, ya ya

I said I tell 'em right here I′m from

Brooklyn′s, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn′s own

My baby

Brooklyn's, Brooklyn′s, Brooklyn's own

That′s right I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn′s, Brooklyn′s own

My baby

Said I'm Brooklyn′s, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn′s own

To the world

Big up everybody out in Flatbush

Big up everybody out in Brownsville

Big up everybody out in Bed Stuy

Big up everybody in the ground still

Big up everybody in the Canarsie

Big up everybody all my people out in Coney

Big up everybody out in East New York

Big up all my Brooklyn people all across

Brooklyn's, Brooklyn′s, Brooklyn's own

My baby

Brooklyn's, Brooklyn′s, Brooklyn′s own

Brooklyn's, Brooklyn′s, Brooklyn's own

My baby

I said I′m Brooklyn's, Brooklyn′s, Brooklyn's own