yo yo brand new krs y'all
5 boroughs of death we rep to death
set it for the bronx. we hit em and get em
flippin them whip and i'm wing-clippin them lip
cause i'm cold sick of them
much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my tribe
be on a quest like tip and them
on every avenue puttin the full clip in em
splittin and strippin em down while spittin a round
into them soundclash see winnin them
get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms
i don't even consider them
in the new millenium we killin them
many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them
you got a good rise in your rolodex
comin out to {fuck} with the best
blow it out when i say let go; let's see
if you can hold your breath
by the time i flip to the next flow
gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin
of raps to blow your back out
how many of y'all wanna go for yours i keep my dogs in the crackhouse
let's take a walk through crown heights
steppin through the city at night
and stomp through the five boroughs
head back to brooklyn in the expo
i see the cops everybody clockin
why not? you see the recipe
i represent brooklyn and my {nigga} biggie
where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high
where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch}
and a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
with the {niggaz} from the ditch
they get {niggaz} from the suburbs
yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day
who don't give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
long island got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it
from riverhead to c.i. to brentwood to wyndanch
{niggaz} comin through will not stand a chance
from roosevelt to freeport to hempstead to uniondale
comin deep from the depths of hell
even though you see me smilin
rough enough to break new york from long island
cause i heard em sayin jesus christ
but i got every creed and type
but sometime y'all get crimey crimey
but those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny
killa cam is still the man
i grab you they got me turn up to north
and if dem turn up north hurt no tell de boss
and if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts
well den dem know da gal are boss
de rap dancehall try on de mossinos
i put a rap to singalong in all de crew
and if da gal a bitch the rainbow
hit you with the force of an iron horse
tear your face off the planet
witcha back cracked the earth canvas
rock the earth of the axle
polar bears beneath the sea gravel
thoughts be runnin wild like the lil' rascals
puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours
rip you with nine inch claws
chasin {motherfuckers} through malls
beatin {motherfuckers} through walls
and jumpin down elevator shafts
wrappin their hands up in plastic bags
on stage like a savage goin mad
by all means you know you gotta put queens on it
took your ladies back to the projects with us
then sent her {ass} back on the q-train home
she learned the words to my thug song
see we one big borough of dons with firearms
other than he's 'sposed to
{nigga} what i'm 'sposed to do?
you'd be walkin off stiff
my paragraph alone is worth five mics
and while you win un hype i spit on your snipe
and tell you {fuck you} and that {bitch} on your bike
never try me crimey i'm grimy so don't deny me
i be little like your rascals and stymie to fly that hiney
like jay and run and d.m.c.'s
that's the name of my group
beat to the rhythm of the rhyme
there go another line you figured
never givin up a dime if you was
if you really wanna test me
it's reverand like a jesse
the five boroughs of death
step aside little {niggaz}
it's goin down the moment we inside the spot
you know the m.o. it gets real
when the five boroughs of death
step aside little {niggaz}
it's goin down the moment we inside the spot
you know the m.o. it gets ho