Smitty - Brooklyn Hard Rock lyrics

I strong arm with lyrics, watch how I prove myself Whether shadow-boxing or full contact I maneuver well About to have rap locked, with rhymes two to a cell Inmate inseragated housing unit refusing the mail Nervous, chain smoker, high blood pressure I mastered food or court jester, lyrical sport experts Dress for tennis, the mind of Minota with special-effect lenses Parade of all stars, with rhymes with bullet gold cards Done played with a full deck, as positive as my drug urine test My rhymes do to your brain what bullets do ta flesh! Rockin the house, the cradle, 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!!!! *instrumental outro*