Borough Check Songtext
von Digable Planets

Space that I want to
Act it when I feel it
And how I see it
You can get it, you can be it
Started out in Crooklyn, now you can get this verse (Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill)

Hold up. oh, shit! oh, shit! God, look who that is!
Look who just rolled up in this piece
Word up, Brooklyn every day
Ayy, yo, yo, let′s do that Brooklyn shit
Let's do that Brooklyn shit, that shit
Yo, who we rockin′ for? Who we rockin' for?
Crooklyn every day

Uh, block party
Corner store
The downtown
The projects
Barber shops
My clique is so tight
The mixtape's here forever


(Word yo), one for the treble, two for the time
Three for the rumble, four for the rhyme
Do that Crooklyn shit, style, all the time
One, two, uh

Brooklyn, Brooklyn, big borough of T
But everything in Brooklyn ain′t always what it seems
You might get hurt if you come from out of town
Uptown by law, that′s word
Fantastic, show-stoppin' MC
In here, the streets is ruled by Glocks and loose pop
But if you′re down, come around, check the super rhyme
We don't drop down, they never funk in town
Well, it′s the 718, and everythang is straight

We live in Brooklyn
With the type street curb hangers and the beat don't stop
We live in Brooklyn
It′s no lie, do or die in the land of show and prove
We live in Brooklyn
With Keith Cee Know, my fist and butters fro
We live in Brooklyn
Fly clothes, cash flow, and crazy L's to spark


It's crowded, plus they′re jerkin′
My space, shout it 'cause they chase
When I strut out, sift through my block, I′m cuh
Ooh, shift my mood to brace, stole my mind back, black
So what you play the board skimmer?
We got butter so surface is out, clever
And I fix it for you, funk time is more time, slackers sit the back
Blackers fit my pack and we for whatever

We get down in this pleasure heavy
And we are measured by the ten degrees of math
In a puzzle and locked, clocked in struggle
Can't keep it three-foot-three above Mac
And in so depth, I defect with my vanguard squad, the gods of Brooklyn

And we′re troopin' through the Fulton four ways, the Eastern Parkways
I′m broader than Broadway, nothin' more than mores
I sways
Why? 'Cause I′m a Brooklyn stroller
No one′s cooler
Pigs on my boulder
So I switch my pits as I stretch down Atlantic
Strictly, slickly with my foot green tactic
In fact, it's really on the daily
Kids with guns and nerves look for herbs, now I think you feel me

I freaks it ′cause, yo, like, my pimp shoulder's cool
When I creep, suckers weep and cheeks blast
Tools rule the area, yo, these fools don′t play
I got the comrades in love, so the G stays Brooklyn side
With the Crooklyn slide

We live in Brooklyn
Out on Fulton Ave where the honeys be at
We live in Brooklyn
Type slick, keep it movin' when it′s after dark
We live in Brooklyn
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
We live in Brooklyn
No lies, do or die in the land of show and prove

The place where I dwell is where the warriors dwell
Too many stories to tell, so on the block, we don't talk
Stackin' loot and takin′ propers
Might get a serious offer from a corrupt-ass copper
So, um, stop the nonsense. Brooklyn is the illest, the realest
Observe these words as I reveal this
Man, my peoples out here, they get down for this
Each one′s a one-man gang with a crown for this
Mad burners to handle any business
And mad sneaky ways, so ain't leavin′ any witness

Got way more drama than theatrical lessons
So my suggestion: you come correct, no question
'Cause if you comin′ with that funny hot dog style
You might get neutered, executed, black mob style
From East New York back to Fort Greene
Brooklyn's classic, mystical, magic scene

See, we are plush like a million bucks
Down every ave for, like, gazillion blocks
Blowin′ out with my nappy hoods down Fulton
Bless and get styled, limpin' past the Walworthans
Stilos change, on the corners, we hang with
Crime stoppers, get met with poppers and Chans
And my scramble's ample, kid, mno part-timer, just rhymin′
In other words, I play these curbs with J-U-ice

When they say, "You nice," I say, "Son, a lil′ somethin'"
Brooklyn′s asphalt rolls like Gus and Keith rodeo
We bump the big sounds, down and gritty
Wreckin' and mic-checkin′, no question, this section of New York City
Where the crooks lounge out, black power is found
Butterfly ground to sky, favorite pack is a pound
It's like didat, the beast know we be strappin′ 'em out
Mad money's rich, they G like us, clout

When I′m in the boogie, I′m imported. I study Chairman Mao
Ain't nothin′ but Crooklyn in my plasma now
I got my G's behind the tongue of my gold Nike Classics
I′m All-City when I'm dipped. If you want us, you can find us
Shit

We live in Brooklyn
Coney Island′s buck wildin' and we're rude boy stylin′
We live in Brooklyn
Yeah, on the spot, we hustle ′cause it's like didat
We live in Brooklyn
Mad game, takin′ wins 'cause shit is real, son
We live in Brooklyn
With my girls Ameris and Naiela on Cambridge

Live shit
And every spot we hit is gettin′ blown
That's just how we do it, baby
Out here in Brooklyn, baby
Slick moves
′Cause can't nothin' stop us but us
So we gettin′ ours, baby
Nothin′ but Brooklyn, baby

Fort Greene, the Stuy, Queensboro, Coney Island (It's like that, it′s that where we at, Brooklyn)
Red Hook, Crown Heights, the Heights (It's like that, it′s that where we at, Brooklyn)
Bushwick, Flatbush, East New York (It's like that, it′s that where we at, Brooklyn)
Brownsville, Stuy, everywhere (It's like that, it's that where we at, Brooklyn)
It′s Brooklyn Stuy everywhere, Brooklyn Stuy