Yeshua Da Poed - LA to Brooklyn lyrics

Uh.. uhh, uhh, uhh Check it out, Wee Bee Foolish duty free Uhh.. This Kid Named Miles [T-Love] Drip drip, be the sound, consumate When they hangin from my nipple tryin to get a sip I've got so, much, much, on my mind Rhymes and beat, beats and rhymes Ain't these fascinatin times Check the girl lactatin lines I'm formula, nourishin and warmin ya From Panama Can*l to Californ-ia There be a path of spilled milk, leadin to my tilt [Yeshua Da PoED] My speech, apparently carries me Over break-beats and melodies smothered in Sara Lee Cakes, teeth, ache, even take care of the Critics, fans, spectators who stare at me And get the greater effect, flavor beyond belief Increase, calorie intake, with each Syllable I spill, at will, cause I be a Sk**ed individual, your ? [Siah] Up in the tropical illusion, fusin rhyme and rhythm Leakin about a creek from the wellspring given Driven to be.. uhh, I'm not sure what (what) It's gotta be pure, won't strut with smut Allergic to wackness, like E-D And T-B too, now see how we do Anita you dance with the Japanese beetle Call the ring and make it stop at the rays of the needle Chorus: T-Love From LA to Brooklyn, it's about rhymes and beats From Brooklyn to LA, it's about beats and rhymes [Yeshua Da PoED] Now if I didn't rap, mics would be lonely, like the only Kid that didn't clap, when the lip be strictly, spittin that Bros know, flow so intact, it be splittin caps on heads That authorize admittance on impact in fact MC's get with that, and take mental notation Of how I utilize, echo location to find my placement In rotations, that sets the foundation to real collaboration Of creation, begins with my imagination [Siah] To write the tight and light the night I need a bit of inspiration Ate Thinsulate, to get the sh** with insulation Not an insulin patient, I'm pencillin prescriptions Of a sweet medication, stenciled in the scriptures Of the street meditation for a blessed recitation I lessen repetition with the dressing it's to have a Dash of with the seasoning, sneezing in the back of, cla** So when the breeze pa** the crack of my a** You feel the funk [T-Love] From LA to Brooklyn, I was out lookin Too many MC's who wanna swing these Time to dip dip dive socialize with your mind Cause in the end b**h, all about rhymes and soul Siah, Yesh, and me, make peace on the beat Brooklyn to LA, we cause a melee f** a beef, what the f**, who give a f** As long as the beat is dope and your rhymes don't s** Chorus 2X From LA to Brooklyn (4X) Yeah, ninety-seven, ninety-eight Ninety-nine, two thousand