Brooklyn Heights lyrics
by Masta Ace
[Intro]
We came to ride for Brooklyn (C'mon)
[Verse 1]
This ain't Spotify streams or a check from TIDAL
It ain't dead, just check the vitals, yo, it's still alive (Still alive)
Ain't no tellin' when the good guys will arrive
This ain't showin' off your bands on Twitter live
This ain't what you thought it was
This ain't a radio hit or some sh*t made for the clubs
This ain't what you used to
This is Aftermath, Tongues, Death Squad, and the Juice Crew (C'mon, Juice Crew)
It's not what you think it is
But when your index finger's up, you know you should think a bit
Understand? You should celebrate it
This ain't pill-poppin', real talkin', fam, this is elevated (C'mon)
[Chorus]
Broadcast from these Brooklyn Heights (Brooklyn Heights)
Woke the city up and then we shook the nights (C'mon)
Then we took the fights to the pain
Won't tell you what it is, but I'ma tell you what it ain't
[Verse 2]
This ain't Percs and molly, I was first with Marley
This ain't no Auto-Tune croon or a verse from Carti
This ain't Real Housewives from your favorite city
Or a cheesecake run from them days with Diddy
This ain't a bullet in the foot from Tory's gun
Or a whole bunch of spin when the stories run
This ain't twenty-five to life in the state pen for a fake friend
I content, you're surrounded by great men
And when Japan bring us out, we gon' make yen
I look down on a clown like I'm 8'10
Yeah, that's me at the center position
You want knowledge? I'ma send a tuition but no meal plan
This ain't prayin' for some luck, this is skill, man
We ain't hopin' for success, this a real plan
And we came to leave our mark like a grill pan
Some have fallen, but we still stand
This ain't yesterday's price, what we askin' is greater
You are wrestlin' in the mud with a African gator
If I need good advice, I ain't askin' a hater
Cry now, but I laugh on 'em later, listen to me, man (C'mon)
[Chorus]
Broadcast from these Brooklyn Heights (Brooklyn)
Woke the city up and then we shook the nights (C'mon)
Then we took the fights to the pain
Won't tell you what it is, but I'ma tell you what it ain't (C'mon)
Broadcast from these Brooklyn Heights (Brooklyn)
Woke the city up and then we shook the nights (C'mon)
Then we took the fights to the pain
Won't tell you what it is, but I'ma tell you what it ain't (Brooklyn)
[Outro]
The end of a perfect day
Back again from where we started
Downtown Brooklyn where darkness never falls
But the lights of Brooklyn never go out
Here in the evening twilight
A glimpse of Fulton Street
DeKalb Avenue and the Borough Hall sections
Night or day a beehive of activity
These are the streets that everyone knows and everyone wants to see
Dream street in the heart of Brooklyn
Brooklyn: the city of progress and achievements
A proud city and our proud people
Brooklyn, may it always grow, so beautiful