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(feat. M'stro Manny) Knowing what you're doing, being right, and following through And never stop following through on what you believe in And umh, if you have to defend it physically, verbally, spiritually whatever way you have to do defend it Brooklyn people are always ready to pay the price for what they believe in Yes, we manifest alleviate the tension and ya stress Ming, FS And on the flow, M'stro, maestro Manny-One, person Brooklyn Regardless where I'm at in this life regardless where I come roam Brooklyn forever my home. The street lights, the street life, the dues I paid that keep me focused to write it's like this place is my wife Til death do us part Our wedding reception was in the park after dark where she gave me heart and soul and told me our love would only grow as we got older I told her I'll never leave and if I did I'll be back that's word to me SongtexteI said it purposely, so she could understand her worth to me This is the county of kings you can tell by the size of the medallions and gold rings Royalty dwells in sections we swing Where the bush is flat, where the ville is brown where the heights is crowned, where the fort is greene where, the stuy's in bed where New York is east and Coney is an island connected Sometimes the bush is wicked and parks are sloped the bay is ridged and Benson is a Hurst I'll forever be connected, partly, Bobby Johnson's in Canarsie God forgive us all for living harshly, that's home before month nine The umbilical cord line and when moms pushed and space became time See Brooklyn is a state of mind, my sunshine It's King's County baby, where you at son? [Chorus] Where the bush is flat, where the ville is brown where the heights is crowned, where the fort is greene where the stuy's in bed, where New York is east and Coney is an island connected Where the bush is flat, where the ville is brown where the heights is crowned, where the fort is greene where the stuy's in bed, where New York is east and Coney is an island connected We street talk, but we flip it and bounce it Speak dialect of herbalist, you speak nervousness When congested check the herbalist blood flow for real like Echinacea for golden seal to ease internal turbulence We say peace when we walk and half the population don't eat pork Peace to all points directional Brooklyn where the thugs be intellectuals and God be blessin' you See, part of it's slum and part of it's ghetto and part of it's suburban and part of it's meadow Part of it's peace and part of it's concrete jungle but on the whole it's mellow That's my first love in my heart From Prospect Park to the beaches that touch the Atlantic Dark brown, white, red, Moreno and Hispanic and granted it ain't where you live, but it's love the same We stay hot so you can touch the flame Plus the frame picture perfect we stick together like glue that's the all-purpose Call ticket master if you looking for the circus This ain't the place for the week hearted, scared and nervous There's no place like home that's my word I'll cut a vein and bleed verbs to be heard, no need for reverb I'm from the heart of the beast The furthest point east In peace I speak to reach peoples in the streets are related [Chorus] See, part of it's slum and part of it's ghetto and part of it's suburban and part of it's meadow Part of it's peace and part of it's concrete jungle, but on the whole it's mellow Aus Songtexte Mania