[ 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