Bring It On

Uh, reporting live from the Mecca, no one fresher
Cold veins, he don't feel pressure
Competition getting swept up
Run a check up
Keep that hating to the back
Man, them guys scared to step up
Uh, reporting live from the Mecca, no one fresher
Cold veins, he don't feel pressure
Competition getting swept up
Run a check up
Keep that hating to the back
Man, then guys gonn respect us

It's Brooklyn
FRIED Gang you already know

Through the city I maneuver slow
Barely mentioned, still somebody who you need to know
Your favorite rapper tuned in, he probably biting the flow
Strike like lightning bolts
With the pen or off the top of the dome
Cutting this dope with ether
What them other guys got, it's just not as potent
That's why you come and find me when your nose open
With 10 toes planted in the floor, I'm blessed
Calculated my steps
Never wasting a breath
With this food for thought, I'm a chef
Who would've thought I'd be here
Look, I'm surprised I'm still alive
Told by the age of 25 that I should be dead
Fuck, while I'm here, I let my nuts hang
Snap, Colonel Mustang
It's fire, see it in his eyes
Though he's a cold blooded killer behind the mic
This music's therapeutic
Yo, I rap till my nirvana
Meditate and giving praise to the Highest Honor
The Order's immaculate
Tactics to take it further than rapping
First, we lap the competition
Kill the egos
Stop the bitching
Feed the spirit
And now we talking building
And they don't want to let no Brooklyn nigga into those
I say it's no big deal
I'm bout to kick in the door
Make them get on the floor
Tell them give up the dough
We starve enough, we ain't waiting no more
They forgot where it's at, so it's time I remind
N.Y. where we do them guys 1090 grime
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
Straight to the top, BK got it locked
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
The sound never die, not as long as I rhyme
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
Tell a hater get in line, knock em off in due time
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
Its my time to put it on, watch I bring the title home
Bring it on

Brooklyn!
Brooklyn!
Brooklyn!
Brooklyn!

See, I spit it from the spirit, shit is effortless
You ain't matching my drive?
I don't want to see you step to this
No respect, get smacked with the left
I catch wreck
Man these shots that I throw catch necks
Fuck your vests
So who want it next?
Line them up, I knock I them down
You ain't heard the word around?
Man, Shane hold it down
If I did it for the clout, I'd've dyed my dreads
Rapped about fake friends and jewels, like I really cared
How these people see me
I'm putting on for the team, see it on my sleeves
I'm going hard for the days that we didn't eat
Long days in the basement, dream chasing, learning how to beat The Matrix
So don't approach if you ain't talking bout a check that's large as LeBron's
A business man, you should be alarmed
I hold the city together, with the strength of my arm
It's Brooklyn vs. anybody
Tell them guys Bring It On



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Writer(s): Robert Boyce
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