Brooklyn, New York is our hometown!

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]

Quarter waters, all aboard the trains in the summer days

I wipe my brow with a towel from the Barclay's

Daily News I refuse to bust the paper out

So when you eating chinese food make sure you pluck the staples out

O.G, kush got me floa-ting, I sold seed

Got smoke and I don't speak, these streets never know sleep

Breezing off the avenue, the cabbie's catch a attitude

Five dollar phone chargers, but they not compatible

Fuck a hipster, I'm a nigga, Brooklyn born

Banned everything but the liquor, ghetto Qur'ans

I speak songs to the willing and the righteous

Might just wine for the gal in the tight dress

Fuck that, never disrespect a silly record

Less it's disrespecting Brooklyn, you'll get your live token

No you shouldn't, but you will, we armed and aimed to kill

Brooklyn heavy weight you'll never take us under G for real

Brooklyn, New York is our hometown!

Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop

[Verse 2 : Meechy Darko]

Dollar van to the jewelry man

Something like a grand for these gold fangs, I'm from the county of kings

Higher learning was a change, and why diesel inhaling grew wings

Nah mean, zombie's the top example why they call a rotten apple

Cut the tail off the city, rassle ain't no longer tattled

Peep my BK point of view like that Spike Lee angle

Rockefeller drug lords, or the judge might hang you

BK breezing warriors, the most notorious

But the bearer of the throne will always be the Notorious one

Mos Def-initely, I'm feeling mighty Fab, puffing on the Jay

Busting rhymes while the time past

Birth place of Tyson, Jordan, get Jackson'ed

Nigga give me your wallet, bitches hand me your pocketbooks

Replace the B with a C, Brooklyn, home of the crooks

Brooklyn, New York is our hometown!

[Verse 3: Issa Gold]

Brooklyn so proper, nigga what you be talking bout

Rebels soul, into gold since my mama pop me out

Enlightened sound we lords of the boom bap ask around

Smoking loud, all my Flatbush niggas love that sour pow

Brooklyn we gutter, blocks patrolled by undercovers

Innocent brothers go under for bag of ganja

But fuck that

Beast Coast bout to take over niggas know that

Spitting that soul rap, disguised the flow so it sound like a throwback

They say you bringin 90’s back, alright I’m fine with that

But all I'm trying to do is bring the motherfucking honor back

Where it started at, uhh, I'm a legend my G

And besides that astrals smoking hash with the master of this shit

Elevated conglomerate, to the game that we fathered in

Put away on some problem shit, for me to work om my proper bitch

Them AudiBeats think they the holy chosen ones

Like fucking Moses, Park, and fake from the real ones

That's it nigga

Brooklyn, New York is our hometown!

[Verse 4: AK]

Live from the ghettos of Flatbush where one bad look

Could leave you Sam Cooked, that wasn't in your plan book right

Hater, the light bearer, take flight to heights you scared of

Preparing the youth for revolution through these booth intrusions

Bringing our roots back, sun rays within our raps

Gun plays outside the trap, 5-0 be on our backs

They try to box us in, but still I win

Elevating the nation, young GOD, no Satan, my nigga

Stuff your brains with knowledge, power, respect

Most hours lived, no regrets, since I was little a vet

Now dollars what I collect, yes Brooklyn raised me

Dollar vans bumping Jay-Z, this my stop at the fronto spot

I cop a daily, bringing it back to the ave, mixing the hash

The sky's the limit I'm past, we the coldest cats in this rap

Beast Coast no way to infiltrate our craft

Third eye strapped, defeating these demons within my past

[Verse 5: DyMe-A-DuZiN]

The portrait is official, copped it like Winslow

Spark a pipe and bowl, sharpen my mental

Junior High I used to fake sick and get sent home

High School I finally got to take a white chick home

Cutting classes to smash, she was accustom to cum guzzling

Barely even ducking when the nut would splash

Insecurity she covered up with make-up

Me!? I appreciated nuttin' on her face

Now a days she ain't sucking then she basic

As a younger youngin' they would buffen me with braces

Big booty honey's wanna cuff me cause I'm caking

Piggy's smell the piffy, wanna cuff me cause I'm baking, the game dangerous

Emcee's get slain remain nameless

Or upstate corrected like they say sandwich

Your gaining if your a game changer, embrace haters

They say love and hate is the same, ain't it?

Buddy I'm way too raw for you to trade places

And sure man your making dad so proud birthing your styles

Now, I'm murking you out, enter the game verses the child

When we was on tour with the LVRS surfing the crowd

You was surfing the web, poking them hoes, look at you now

Power trippin', rappers be spazzing when the sour lift them

Still roll with who I been with, the difference the cowards missing

Bunch of devoured victims I pile them, and I don't miss em'

Know it's a downer, but in these crowds you are non-existent

How would you feel if you arising where the suns at

And dumb cats are shooting while you flying so you comeback

They want me to walk, and telling me to run that BK never done that

I'm too far to hit them if I were to bust back, don't aim where the bums at

Continue on my quest on becoming the greatest

And show the new New York to our generation

And if you don't know, then you know now, I'm Flatbush, and I'm blowing loud

It's BK, it's Beast Coast, and I'm swankin for my hometown

[Hook x2]

Cross the bridge, walk with me

Tried to warn you but you all were sleep

We taking over, you boring me

My coast is here, and we all are beast

And we representin’ Brooklyn, Brooklyn

And we representin’ Brooklyn, Brooklyn

And we representin’ Brooklyn, Brooklyn

And we representin’ Brooklyn, Brooklyn