Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway (feat. Capital P)

Mossad, or FSB Labels Nah, those are agencies, tried to sign me Said, my writing and critical thinkin' were way beyond reach Wanted me to teach But, we disagreed On history of our people And those laws that kept my people strapped in the street Before he reached Cyanide I put in his tea Stopped his speech Cars out front They came to a screech Tunnel behind the counter Brigante Niche Never find me Left my iPhone X on the seat behind me Structure built by all the income from the street Over the years Had all the homeless people workin' Diggin' Highway straight to BK Built from the BX No real dudes No truth Rappin' 'bout drugs they never do Pain they never knew War scenes witnessed by very few Cigarette buds Placed in puddle mud Ambient light Lit my way in the dark Chinese night vision bought right off amazon I met foolish dudes that consider themselves Dons Taino blood Tunnel's flood Seen a beam of light shootin' down through the sky Dropped my cheap night vision That left me temporarily blind in my left eye I heard him yell out Saw the rope being tossed down Jumped and caught the rope halfway Soldiers pulled me in fast Climbed inside a tattoo spot Placed right on Utica ave Built this Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway Always had to do things our way Rarely ever cared what they say Took the Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway Could never hit what you can't see They wanna see clubs I wanna see figures Late night No sleep Straight winners Table built for us You can't sit with us Built this Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway Always had to do things our way Rarely ever cared what they say Took the Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway Could never hit what you can't see They wanna see clubs I wanna see figures Late night No sleep Straight winners Table built for us You can't sit with us Rob, what's good Glad you made it back to my hood We heard the chatter on their radios But, misunderstood But, now that you here I got the driver ready to go And my shooter in the passenger He ready to blow I already spoke to Jefe and the rest of the killas They said the plane leave at 8 Direct flight to Manila Once we get there Imma send word to the block I cant lie Crown Heights Imma miss it a lot Morris Ave goin to wonder what became of a Don And without us on the street A drought won't be long But, fuck it We had a plan And God laughs at those And the gucci shoes I got on match the rest of my clothes Gotta look professional to avoid suspicion But, I'm back to being grimey once we complete the mission So place your bets We win Or we lose upset And tell Sha, I left money for Niy, where we first met Built this Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway Always had to do things our way Rarely ever cared what they say Took the Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway Could never hit what you can't see They wanna see clubs I wanna see figures Late night No sleep Straight winners Table built for us You can't sit with us Built this Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway Always had to do things our way Rarely ever cared what they say Took the Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway Could never hit what you can't see They wanna see clubs I wanna see figures Late night No sleep Straight winners Table built for us You can't sit with us