Brooklyn Academy - Stop lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Metaphor] Yo. Check it out. Yo, yo. Yo, yo [Verse 1: Mr. Metaphor] Let it jump off, hit you in the chest, make your lungs cough Ripping up your flesh, never come soft. My style's Unorthodox. I'll call the shots. Metaphor Electrifying rappers that absorb the shocks. I'll turn The planet upside-down so you're forced to drop It's a battle on my grounds—yo, the war don't stop f** your cars, f** your name, f** your corporate watch I'm throwing all you fish-bait rappers off the dock And to that chickenhead b**h I'm throwing off the cliff: You didn't give me head, b**h, and you lost that clip I'm the captain of the ship, five-star action flick Cruising through the air like Maverick. I'm not having it I'll snap your backs like a carrot stick. My spit hit Harder than an acid hit, get your cabbage split This ain't no rabbit-out-a-hat magic trick. I'm on Some savage sh**, taking over all your weak establishments [Hook: Mr. Metaphor and Will Tell] (x2) You better move, get out the way. Better duck, son Slide, move if you wanna survive. You better Stop. Stop all that bullsh** you talk. You better Move. We're coming out of Brooklyn, New York [Verse 2: Bishop] Yo, yo, turn me up, n***a ‘Til your ears bleed and you feel a rush. Bishop closest thing To perfect as you'll ever come, flow Armageddeon Dough? I have barely none. Hoes? Plenty go and come [?] n***as Rockefeller The boy who painted this rap game is stuck in A fast lane, the first n***a alive to wet you with flames Rapping exorcist splashing the best, spit At the worst. Releasing a verse, I'll watch your head spin In less than tenth of a second, your end is a lesson For n***as like you that try to follow your footsteps If you really think you're f**ing with me, gamble it all I'll battle n***as for their record deals on stage, on their own tour The Cold War turned hot in me The living reason why they wrote laws and put cops on streets n***as ain't stopping me—only probably If I put the fifth to my own head and squeeze [Hook: Mr. Metaphor and Will Tell] (x2) You better move, get out the way. Better duck, son Slide, move if you wanna survive. You better Stop. Stop all that bullsh** you talk. You better Move. We're coming out of Brooklyn, New York [Verse 3: Will Tell] Yo. Yo, yo. Ayyo L's get properly wrapped. Copperfield rap David and Goliath, four mixed into one Battle bloody like Hannibal vs. Caesar, gladiator n***as Eager to escape the Escape State slums Drunk off frozen Bacardi margaritas, roll with three-strike n***as, three-time repeaters. More dough means larger Heaters. Rolling Garcia Vegas in the eyes of haters Violators face incarceration in the iron maiden Let the lions loose, open the cage. Y'all died in the Home of the brave and rose from the grave Reincarnated, the eight n***as formed a circle and spoke my name My cult followers swallowed more poison than Jones, James Shine like gold chains. If you want to survive Stop. Give me my props. We got it on lock And to all them bouncing n***as that can boulder the door Word? Say no more. Yo, I told you before [Hook: Mr. Metaphor and Will Tell] (x2) You better move, get out the way. Better duck, son Slide, move if you wanna survive. You better Stop. Stop all that bullsh** you talk. You better Move. We're coming out of Brooklyn, New York [Outro: Mr. Metaphor and Will Tell] You better move, get out the way. Better duck, son Slide, move if you wanna survive. You better Stop