Thirstin howl iii brooklyn hard rock lyrics

featuring Unique London  

  

 * a shorter version of this song appears on "Soundbombing 2"  

  

 [Unique London]  

 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!!  

  

 [Thirstin Howl III]  

 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!  

  

 [Unique London]  

 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!!  

  

 [Thirstin Howl III]  

 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 woulda bent the door off  

 Cuchada, 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  

  

 [Unique London]  

 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!!  

  

 [Thirstin Howl III]  

 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!  

  

 [Unique London]  

 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