Brooklyn hard rock lyrics

Artist  : Thirstin howl iii 
Song : Brooklyn hard rock
 
featuring  Unique London

* a shorter version of this song appears on
'Soundbombing 2'

[Unique London]
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your style is mad
TIGHT!!
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your style is mad
TIGHT!!

[Thirstin Howl III]
My mind is stronger than the pictures in your
muscle books
With more manners, than all of the Huxtables
Pain before pleasure (U.L.: Death before
dishonor!)
Turn rap wannabe piranhas into _A Fish Called
Wanda_
Swordfish.. to mermaids..
I lay down the law without being represented by
an attor-ney
Overqualified, for all technical institutes
I get the job done when you barely make it past
the interview
The streets is watchin, eyeballin -- careful!
Everybody wants a piece of me like I'm a James
Brown sample
Spittin flames -- call the fire warden!
Out of town, violent tourist, glove grip
Isotoner, sands of time, priceless moments
Disguised as doorman -- plug, vital organs
With my bare hands, I fight your swordmen,
smokescreen
rifles scorchin -- even my bible's stolen!

[Unique London]
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your style is mad
TIGHT!!
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your style is mad
TIGHT!!

[Thirstin Howl III]
Imagine, life without handcuffs
Concentration -- with the brain muscle tissue of
Samson
The benchpress, of a gold medal-ist, in the
olympics
Rifle reach of Manute Bol's two arms
I'm shotgun ammunition -- soon to be airing
When I'm not in my shell (U.L.: All you see are
his balls baring!)
The rap, promoter, I start your motor
with a screwdriver -- break into your crib woulda
bent the door off
Cuchada, or bent hanger
Who wanna get it on?  My mic is cocked, I'm
overanxious!!
Before battles, get a permit to come within two
blocks radius
 
Kiss your mother, see your preacher, and study
fire-exit safety tips
Bring witcha, a fire extinguisher
I make the whole scene (U.L.: BLOODY!) with an
English touch
In ninety-eight I'm still robbin people for
sheepskin gloves
Had three gazelles, admitted nothing when I sat
in my cell

[Unique London]
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your style is mad
TIGHT!!
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your style is mad
TIGHT!!

[Thirstin Howl III]
A strongarm with lyrics, watch how I prove myself
Whether shadowboxing or full contact I maneuver
well
About to have rap locked, with rhymes two to a
cell
Inmate in segregated housin unit refusin the mail
Nervous, chain smoker, high blood pressure
Master fool or court jester, lyrical sport
experts
Dress for tennis, the mind of Minolta with
special-effect lenses
Parade of all-stars, with Brownsville Bullet gold
cards
Don't played with a full deck, as positive as my
drug urine test
My rhymes do to your brain what bullets do to
flesh!
Rockin the house, the cradle, the boat, in the
eighth grade 
coulda rocked the bells, but I was more
comfortable in straight legs
Strong, like the contribution to rap Kane gave
My ego and my conscience refuse to share the same
space!
Treacherous like Naughty By Nature and Kool Moe
Dee
Wouldn't catch me Half Steppin', even if I lost
both feet!

[Unique London]
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your style is mad
TIGHT!!
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your style is mad
TIGHT!!
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your style is mad
TIGHT!!
Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your style is mad
TIGHT!!