Brooklyn Took It - Jeru The Damaja

(Ah check it out...check it out yo) (Repeat 4x) 

Here's the remedy  for all your cornball raps 
Brooklyn's back on the map  I'm not bragging 
Defeating all foes  bring your styles 
I stomp out the last dragon 
Grand groove  Grandmaster  like back in the days 
Holding my own  on the street and the microphone 
You can't rip it  I grip it  and flip it 
Trip it down memory lane  back to the park jams 
We used to spark jams, now niggas get jammed 
Or should I say jelly? 
My vocals rip through your Pelle Pelle 
You can't see me so you can't hit me 
You ace deuce tre, I four five six and trips 
Drums numb your ears, rhymes swell up your lips 
Chicks gravitate towards the crooked 
If your props are gone, Brooklyn took it 

Chorus: 
("Brooklyn keeps on taking it" - KRS) (Repeat 4x) 

Mindcrusher, spinecrusher, Brooklyn been banging 
Making noise from the US to Russia 
Couldn't set it, even if you wanted 
So many bodies on my microphone, the shit's haunted 
Doggonnit, your girl's on it 
Record companies are on it, you can't have it, causing havoc 
Building, destroying, deploying 
My rhymes on beats strategicly I melt any MC 
I repre- aww fuck it, don't even need to say it 
You know the time when I start to sautee it 
So niggas be having mad maws and shit 
Cause Brooklyn stole the show like a grand larcenist 
But ease up off us, or you'll need officers 
We're deadly, there's no cure 
Boom bang em on down, treat competition like clowns 
Crooklyn, Crooklyn, from town to town 
Serve your girl butt naked 
If she's gone, who took it? 

Chorus 

This one is for Brooklyn, land of cro