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Brooklyn Hard Rock

Thirstin Howl III

Soundbombing, Vol. 2

1999

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

the keys to the game, and I guarantee we're gonna reign
Living out our independent hustle, through all the struggles and all the pain
Standing by my

Where is the shit that fucking rocks (Woo!)
That blew my brains out, kept me in the safe zone
Rocks
That kept me fighting
One in a million saved by

depression, was taking it slow, so I came from the bottom
Now a young fella was reaching the top, my old friends won't stop calling
Damn I tell em "proceed with

from the bottom I won't forget y'all
Ain't got no time to chase a bitch too busy chasing down my dreams
I got tired a being broke we gon get it by any

(Sleepy, tired, fighting biters)

Starving artist
Coldest heartless
How he grow into this
With the pain how he became
Sleepy, tired
Fighting biters

dating 
Burnt by my own mama so never trust A lady 
Get up on the daily I battle my Demons often faded 
Made it from the bottom to the top And still don't

I used to rock rough rhymes alone to the break of dawn
A lonely rider on the storm I was a fighter by a microphone
A bonebreaker verbal acrobatics

peeled like paint
Bottoms up, nigga, give it all ya got
From the bottom to the top, or get shanked, get shot
Provocative footage of this lyrical abuse

Golf Wang Converse, I'm Lil Tyler
Might skate in 'em, might not even rock 'em
Bad bitch, nice top, nice bottom
Fuck her with my chains on, she melt

Intro : 
Shot out my ni**a 300! 
Yeah! Yeah! I wanna rock right, I wanna rock right now! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I wanna rock right, I wanna rock right

trying to rock out
He ain't running a fade, he ain't boosie
Said you ain't with the gang, then you goofy
She keep throwing mood swings, she gon' lose me

through the pain
Michel Jackson moon walking I can really sang
I done sold some moon rocks and p's man I'm a saint
Hop on the cash flow, gorilla warefare we

No mercy from the devil
Think I need a rock and all I'm getting is a pebble
Sipping on ciroc you know I don't like where my head go
Casket gotta drop

and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate

blessings
Hope the paster dont dub my shit

Had a little set back
Stupid nigga tryna get a get back
Tryna get respect back 
Even if give I gotta rock a nigga

Mountains and blue skies motion "come on"
Find a place to hide from the coming storm
The bottom of a filling bowl
And the river flows
Sorrow makes

ain't stopping
Rocking the boat
I know I got two options
To sink or to float
And if we do hit rock bottom
Nos levantámos
nos seguimos levantando

Porque

you felt before
Feeling fine until you hit the floor

The lowest you can go sometimes it just aint low enough
When rock bottoms' just the beggining 
Are

it all away cuz I'm here to rock it
My only home is the bottom of the bottle
Flying away put my hand on the throttle
Send a letter to my doorstep baby

a couple racks on a necklace cuz we dropped the bottom line (bottom line)
Raise margins 'til they marginalized (marginalized)
Haters y'all can get

at the bottom talking the lowest of the ground
I was lost now its safe to say a nigga found
Im just venting to the mic nigga
I spit my pain in the mic nigga
Im

I was outside chillin on the writer's block
Feeling stuck in the sand like a god damn rock
In the playground box, where the fools kick rocks and
All

Wow wow wow in the booth boutta blow it
Smoking on some golden, thicky freaky she a foreign
Rock the roley soon we getting iced out iced out
I had