[Intro: Mos Def & DJ Premier scratches]
"Brooklyn!"
"It's the Brooklyn way"
"Brooklyn! Go Brooklyn!"
Wutup 9th!
Fantastic thanks everyday
They can't hold us back
It's right and exact ("We be doin' it up Crooklyn styyyle")
Yessir, yessir! ("Brooklyn!")
History occurs everyday
You're rockin' with the boi, the best, Black Dante
From mine's to you – 9th, I love how you do!
"We be doin' it up Crooklyn styyyle"

[Verse 1: Mos Def]
Ready, ready for action
Intimate swift, like a cash transaction
Speaker blow-out from row house to the mansion
This ghetto soundcraft, right arousal of passion
They don't know the language and shouting the anthem
The beat translator make the world understand some
My voice like magic, my flow fantastic
In summary, I'm real, ordinary, elaborate
Now check the profile, this is lyrically handsome
Resemble my pay scale, slim n***a ain't frail
And I ain't in the gym on some 'Ebony' man shit
I'm in the laboratory bench pressing the standard
In shorthand, I'm raising the bar
Right home and abroad, get closer to God, stay focused and sharp
High stake and there's way more than paper involved
You must evolve or die, that ain't falsified
Home team, I know you keep trouble on your mind
But don't let bullshit knock you off your grind
That's real talk for all of mine
And for all of yours
Rock steady, keep about your cause
Low-key, cool breeze, and I'm about my balls
It's tap-tap, knock down your door
Tap-tap and break down the wall
Collect and count it all
And like bang, in the air, I'm gone
Yes, I'm riding on – keep cool, you could ride along
But keep it up, you won't ride for long
That's word to bond, yuh
Show me where you are
BK – we the brightest star, let's get involved!
[Hook: Mos Def & DJ Premier scratches]
("Brooklyn!") 9th, you're on your job! ("Brooklyn!")
For you and yours ("Yup!" "We be doin' it up Crooklyn styyyle")
"Yup!" "Brooklyn!" "It's the Brooklyn way" "Brooklyn!"
Smart Village! Brownsvillers, all my realest guerillas
Ya got to feel us ("We be doin' it up Crooklyn styyyle")
"Brooklyn!" The almighty 'K!

[Verse 2: Jean Grae]
This is history twice, first girl on a 'Crooklyn' series – thank 9th
First one, just clearly Brooklyn in the mind
Not Brooklyn I was born, but in Brooklyn I was formed
Not Brooklyn I was raised, but Brooklyn I was taught to form a young woman
Dawn of my first love, first lovers' spat
Thirst to rap at 307 Clinton – nurse that
First crib out of Manhattan – young, broke, man
Back in the days – the G train, jam-packed in
On the stoop year round, forty in hand
Kum Kau Chicken and Broc on Myrtle Ave
Say word to Brooklyn, ask Words, said that "Brooklyn's back!"
Like the track's fixed on the L train on a weekday
Black, bent, on a MetroCard's how we pay
Trees – let's fill in the Backwoods, like my man D first spilt in the bathroom
C'mon... man, Brooklyn gave me confidence
Fulton Brooklyn boys with them-with them compliments
When my mind slipped, Brooklyn gave me consciousness
Accomplice – Clinton Hills, Bushwick, so I still just (What?)
Walk the BK swag and rep two boroughs
Say, "She's so bad, respect too thorough"
Neck-tatted and sweat blood for NY
Medina, Mecca, n***as, heads high
Brooklyn – stand up! Come on
[Hook: DJ Premier scratches]
"Brooklyn!" "Brooklyn!"
"Yup!" "We be doin' it up Crooklyn styyyle"
"Yup!" "Brooklyn!" "It's the Brooklyn way" "Brooklyn!"
"We be doin' it up Crooklyn styyyle"
"Brooklyn!"

[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]
Uh-huh... uh.... yo – go ("Brooklyn!")
Where we be doing the most
It's diverse, you now rocking with Memph, Jean, and Mos
And this verse – it ain't where you from, it's where you at
The body off to travel, the mind ahead of that
That's why I'm 4 albums deep, none of which been printed
'Cause I ain't got a script what a n***a really living
'Cause I ain't known to fabricate or imagine
Brooklyn ain't a dream, them boys really be clapping
So I'll never greet you with "Peace" –
'Cause they'll never be peace, until you stay down or stay off the street
Bed-Stuy, what's up! Crown Heights, what's up!
Flatbush, Brownsville, what's up!
It's all love where I come from
To keep it real, shit, I used to cut school on the block Big come from
Went in the stu, tryin' to come with flow
At 15, I spit something that impressed Hov – and here I go!
[Hook: Memphis Bleek & DJ Premier scratches]
"Brooklyn!"
M dot E-M P-H I-S Bleek, I'm for the streets "Brooklyn!"
9th Wonder, wutup! Little Brother, wutup! "Brooklyn!"
N.C., wutup! Let's – go! ("It's the Brooklyn way")
"Brooklyn!" "We be doin' it up Crooklyn styyyle"