Brooklyn Academy - Gotcha Lookin lyrics

[Intro: Will Tell and (Block McCloud)] (Yeah. Brooklyn Ac'. Yeah). Yeah, yeah. (Brooklyn Academy). (Uh, uh, uh). Yo, yo [Interlude: Samples with DJ No Needles Scratches] “Listen” - Sample from [?] [Hook: Block McCloud and Will Tell] (x2) Hot, the pot's cooking. Ha, got you looking Got your spot tooken. Ha, got you looking No, we're not rookies. Ha, got you looking Look, it's off the hook in the Academy of Brooklyn [Verse 1: Will Tell] Yo, Will Tell, I conjure tornados And throw flows at foes. The Ac' is rap's NATO The mind of Plato, my wisdom is B.C Coming at you in 3-D on T.V Cla** is now in session—heads down, thumbs up Cats on the come-up—stages is getting bumrushed Snooze, you lose bruised from the gun bu*t Trust us and you dumber than I thought Hunting for sport, smoking L's, drunk off of quarts These cats done come across more tracks than summer sports We cop Olympic rings now, pa** the torch Changing of the guard never the pa**ive sort I'm loading the ammo like Tony Soprano With family on both sides of the Verrazano-Narrows We amazing like Peter Parker raised us Somebody roll the haze up and let a n***a blaze up [Hook: Block McCloud and Will Tell] (x2) Hot, the pot's cooking. Ha, got you looking Got your spot tooken. Ha, got you looking No, we're not rookies. Ha, got you looking Look, it's off the hook in the Academy of Brooklyn [Verse 2: Block McCloud] I'm the wolf in sheep's clothing to pull the wool Over your peeps. Woven into the sheet We're sewing it up and keep going. Feel the heat open A window. The wind blow like your shorty when she deepthroat me Each quotient hard to figure like making governors Out of Schwarzenegger with carbon paper I'ma burn you like Garcia Vegas, I'ma learn you Like you starving for data. I'm not a god. I'm greater Got the power to fail and still succeed and sail the Seven Seas Without the Holy Grail or Golden Fleece Spoke in olden speech, a citizen told the priests How I uphold the peace holding a piece An unholy seed's growing, swollen ovaries To leave foes broke like smoked weed And reach you like a contact, breach you like a contract Eat you like a swamp rat, kick you comrades [Hook: Block McCloud and Will Tell] (x2) Hot, the pot's cooking. Ha, got you looking Got your spot tooken. Ha, got you looking No, we're not rookies. Ha, got you looking Look, it's off the hook in the Academy of Brooklyn [Verse 3: Pumpkinhead] I'm a villainous soldier. n***as ain't told ya The sh** that I spit will rip if your shoulder lift boulders Burn muscle, turn ligaments to sulfur Ill hustler. Barracuda, n***a—I scare Cobras Oprah couldn't hold the weight I supply to the fiends Good music, hot shows, rock those, not froze Chop those. Y'all could die like the sons of Saddam I'll make you fisher dudes fry like the Sun's in my hand Brooklyn Ac', we running the land. Open School Night You in the corner with a dunce cap in your hand Capture a tan worse than laying on the beach With your face in the sand. I'll put your face in the land Six feet deep we creep, too deep with heat Y'all sweet cheesecake n***as for making a band On the world I'ma flex. I earned my respect You're mad ‘cause your girl with my pearls on her neck, n***a [Hook: Block McCloud and Will Tell] (x2) Hot, the pot's cooking. Ha, got you looking Got your spot tooken. Ha, got you looking No, we're not rookies. Ha, got you looking Look, it's off the hook in the Academy of Brooklyn [Verse 4: Mr. Metaphor] I'm ready to blow. I'm hot, heavy to hold A lot heavier load. I'm a soda pop Hop into the zone, do not answer the phone There's potholes in the lawn and the door's on watch Five minutes outside. I'm not ready to die The doctor, he said, “Hi.” “Ayyo, what up, doc?” I found the rest of my poem. I should have left it alone ‘Cause now it's stressing my dome. Is it gonna stop? Hip hop where no goes—it's a call of the wild Money got you looking, the block hot, is cooking We stop, drop, and roll out. BK Ac' is no doubt We take back the 90s—the UG's behind me We Bruce Lee the market. This new beat's retarded Yo, who heaves the hardest? And I got you looking And I got you hooked on the track. That's the Brooklyn, the Ac' Yes ‘cause Brooklyn is back. Take a ride now [Outro: Samples with DJ No Needles Scratches] “Bump this in your ride—it's that jeep music (Oh aight)” - Sample from Pumpkinhead on Will Tell ft. Pumpkinhead's “Tango and Cash” “I don't k** soloists. Only k** squads” - Sample from Nas's “You're Da Man” “The fact's you wack as hell” - Sample from Block McCloud on [?] “Haha hahaha” - Sample from [?] “Hot! Brooklyn Ac'. Once again” - Sample from Pumpkinhead on Brooklyn Academy's “The Unusual Jam” “Whooo!” - Sample from Pumpkinhead on Brooklyn Academy's “The Unusual Jam” “You know we get down when it come to it” - Sample from Pumpkinhead on Will Tell ft. Pumpkinhead's “Tango and Cash” “Ghetto style” - Sample from [?] “Another one, y'all” - Sample from Kool G. Rap on Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo's “Ill Street Blues” “Uh” - Sample from [?] “Prepare, get on your post and stand clear” - Sample from Lil' Fame on M.O.P.'s “New Jack City”