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Brooklyn Hard Rock Lyrics

by Thirstin Howl Iii


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!!


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!


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!!


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
with a tenedor or cuchara, 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


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!!


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!


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!!







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Daddy Yankee
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya
Y se pega pega
Cuando le sueltan el dembow
Dembow bow bow
Papoose
So before leavin', yo it's a wise man I'm repeatin'
Two wrongs don't make a right, I believe in it makes a even
Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

De-de-destruction
De-de-destruction
War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

De-de-destruction
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
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