Smif-N-Wessun
D&D Soundclash
[Steele]
Feel this, feel this
Brooklyn's in the house
Brooklyn's in the house

[Verse 1: Steele of Cocoa Brovas]
S-T, Supreme Teacher, read you like a preacher
Seat you down, make you pay close attention to my ether
My aura illuminates, removin' the snakes, who lay and wait
Lovin' to hate, but we still elevate
Massagin' the brain, utilize the wisdom contained
Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintain
Some nights I, walk with the understandin', build cypher
Like Charles Bronson, vigilante ready to snipe ya
Ignite the marijuana, roll a cigar from Havana
Tony Santana, smokin' in the Coco Cabana
Or in the sauna, after doin' my calisthenics
Universal metrics, reversin' the hex, cursin' the sexist
Acceptin' my blessings, rememberin' my lessons
Take my dog's suggestions when he told me keep my Smith & Wesson
For protection, the streets is watchin', and they testin'
They know when you're frontin', and when you're representin'

[Hook]
It's not where you be, or how you be
Or who you be, or what you got
Unique sounds, grounds is hot
We comin through, we tidal waves in this rap shit
Now how you be, now who you be, and where you be?

[Verse 2: Afu-Ra]
You wanna get, with, the brothers that's the illest?
The microphone, have sex with my lyrics
Hit shit off, first move is doggy style
No premature ejaculation, last for a while
Flippin' and turnin' and splittin' it, all type positions
Grabbin' and tuggin' and yokin' it, all type of missions
Crazy - nah, I'm not that type of brother
My verses, when they out in the streets, they carry rubbers
I heard you're drippin', your rap style got gonorrhea
Exploitations of nations, look at this, it's here, yo
Seven days around the clock ass all in the videos
I know you like it, I do too, love the cheese, yo
But this is Hip-Hop, stop it, go make a porno
Not player-hatin', on the mic, I'm player-scrapin'
Nobody seen it, whole eons change to zeniths
I bounce styles that's sexual, plus I'm intellectual
Thoughts transverse to physical, I keep it spiritual
I got the motts, you bust the dutch, I got the hydro
I just sit back on tracks and let it flow

[Hook]
It's never where you be, or how you be
Or who you be, or what you got
Unique sounds, grounds are hot
We comin' through, we tidal waves in this rap shit
Now how you be, now where you be?
Who you be?

[Verse 3: Tek of Cocoa Brovas]
I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump with me?
Constantly, constantly, constantly, rollin' a Phonta leaf
You know it's beef, when you gettin' stomped losin' teeth
Because you sweet and you ain't got no claims to the street
You'se the type to get shot and go explain to the cops
Come to court every day, make sure a n***a get locked
But I thought you had that big Glock, that you bust a whole lot
Then why my n***a's sittin' up, in that little cell block?
I'm tellin' ya, ock, the world is a spot for snid-akes
N***as who hid-ate, do anything to get the pid-apes
Love to see me down and out, blood in my mouth
Steez all sweated out, tied up in my house
Can I live and still give, take my team on sprees?
Twistin' out skeeze out of custom drop-top V's?
You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin' the dick
When B.G.S. is the squad, dice stay on the six

[Verse 4: Jahdan]
Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry bones
Dem ah search dem Seven Seas, dem ah throw stick and stone
M-mh, dey gonna melt like snow cone
Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final showdown
Well some ah said dem ah star, dem love car
Dem at war, and a blur, dem nah really reach far
But nuff ah dem ah buffoon, dem ah goon
Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious tune
A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem
We gonna steer far from dem
I know that we are kings and we love nice things
But we not sell out fi no diamond ring
Yo, I got da Lord in ah mi mind
So any which part mi come, mi ah go shine
Trust me, we don't fear nothin'
So don't boost up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin'
Mi turn dem off like mi turn of mi light
Jah control di better part of mi life