D&D Soundclash (feat Cocoa Brovas, Jahdan)

[ Steele ]

Feel this, feel this

Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house

[ VERSE 1: Steele of Cocoa Brovas ]

S-T, Supreme Teacher, read you like a preacher

Seat you down, make you pay close attention to my ether

My aura illuminates, removin the snakes who lay awake

Lovin to hate, but we still elevate

Massagin the brain, utilize the wisdom contained

Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintain

Some nights I walk with the understanding, build cypher

Like Charles Bronson, vigilante ready to snipe ya

Ignite the marihuana, roll a cigar from Havana

Tony Santana, smokin in the Coco Cabana

Or in the sauna, after doing my calisthenics

Universal metrics, reversin the hex, cursin the sexist

Accepting my blessings, remembering my lessons

Take my dog's suggestions when he told me keep my Smith & Wesson

For protection, the streets is watching and they testin

They know when you're frontin and when you're representin

[ CHORUS ]

It's not where you be or how you be

Or who you be or what you got

Unique sounds, grounds is hot

We comin through, we tidal waves in this rap shit

Now how you be, now who you be and where you be?

[ VERSE 2: Afu-Ra ]

You wanna get with the brothers that's the illest?

The microphone have sex with my lyrics

Hit shit off, first move is doggy style

No premature ejaculation, last for a while

Flippin and turnin and splittin it, all type positions

Grabbin and tuggin and yokin it, all type of missions

Crazy - nah, I'm not that type of brother

My verses, when they out in the streets, they carry rubbers

I heard you're drippin, your rap style got gonorrhea

Exploitations of nations, look at this, it's here, yo

Seven days around the clock ass all in the videos

I know you like it, I do too, love the cheese, yo

But this is hip-hop, stop it, go make a porno

Not player-hatin, on the mic I'm player-scrapin

Nobody seen it, whole eons change to zeniths

I bounce styles that's sexual, plus I'm intellectual

Thoughts transverse to physical, I keep it spiritual

I got the motts, you bust the dutch, I got the hydro

I just sit back on tracks and let it flow

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3: Tek of Cocoa Brovas ]

I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump with me?

Constantly, constantly, constantly rollin a Phonta leaf

You know it's beef when you gettin stomped losin teeth

Because you sweet and ain't got no claims to the street

You'se the type to get shot and go explain to the cops

Come to court every day, make sure a nigga get locked

But I thought you had that big Glock that you bust a whole lot

Then why my nigga's sittin up in that little cell block?

I'm tellin ya, ock, the world is a spot for snid-akes

Niggas who hid-ate, do anything to get the pid-apes

Love to see me down and out, blood in my mouth

Steez all sweated out, tied up in my house

Can I live and still give, take my team on sprees?

Twistin out skeeze out of custom drop-top V's?

You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin the dick

When B.G.S. is the squad, the dice stay on the six

[ VERSE 4: Jahdan ]

Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry bones

Dem ah search dem Seven Seas, dem ah throw stick and stone

M-mh, dey gonna melt like snow cone

Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final showdown

Well some ah said dem ah star, dem love car

Dem at war, and a blur, dem nah really reach far

But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon

Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious tune

A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem

We gonna steer far from dem

I know that we are kings and we love nice things

But we not sell out fi no diamond ring

Yo, I got da Lord in ah mi mind

So any which part mi come, mi ah go shine

Trust me, we don't fear nothin

So don't boost up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin

Mi turn dem off like mi turn of mi light

Jah control di better part of mi life