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brooklyn academy - the gutter lyrics

[intro (overlapped with hook): block mccloud]
yeah. uh. yeah. word a’ mouth. down in the hole. down in the gutter

[hook: samples with black panther scratches]
“the gutter” – sample from [?]

[verse 1: block mccloud]
that’s where you’ll find us taking fat chicks to movies
my sick clique ain’t nothing but crack is fixing moolies
j-ps, ch-nks, and gooks be acting unruly
on smack, dips, and ruffies, magic fingers cool cheese
we be adding some brewskis, bagging the groupies
fat lips on hoochies, hat tricks that move dreams
from crashing a hooptie to flashing a newbie
from fashions of stüssy to versace blue jeans
from [?] to bloomies, rack with the bruce lees
then back to the boonies ‘til the rat snitches stool me
crack, spliffs, and woolies, bat sticks and toolies
tabs, hits, and coolies, bags nicks with doo trees
like sh-ggy and scooby. asking a floozy
if her sn-tch packed with cooties in the backseat of the new jeep
she actually blew me. the p-ssion was too deep
for words, so she scratched it on a loose leaf

[hook: samples with black panther scratches]
“the gutter” – sample from [?]
“i’m out the gutter” – sample from [?]
“the gutter” – sample from [?]
“i’m out the gutter” – sample from [?]

[interlude 1 (overlapped with hook): will tell]
yo. uh huh. where we at, n-gg-? (that’s right). that’s right. (all day)

[verse 2: will tell]
my style’s filthy, dirty, down in the gutter
curbside, i see the new york city, the streets
down in a hole, underground, face pounding your soul
feel it shaking up the ground and the poles
when i ride up your block, my crew’s down the avenue
i never give a f-ck. i got a brew and an att-tude
windows tinted, i’m setting off your car alarm
i got eighteen-inch speakers that b-mp when they aren’t on
sell it, then i’m gone. my n-gg-s call me “double-jointed”
‘cause i move so many elbows on the arm
my brooklyn grimies make moves, sipping grey goose
we made it ‘cause we paid dues and prayed to jesús
i’ll spit the bars to rikers if rhyming’s the crime of my life
or with the mind of a no-good and eyes of a sniper
f-cking luck of the irish, i’ll get you stuck on
a four-letter word when it goes up in your sinus

[hook: samples with black panther scratches]
“i’m out the gutter” – sample from [?]
“the gutter” – sample from [?]
“i’m out the gutter” – sample from [?]

[interlude 2: mr. metaphor and will tell]
will tell: yo. yo, n-gg-, where we at?
mr. metaphor: it’s hard to breathe down here. you could run but you can’t hide

[verse 3: mr. metaphor]
underneath the potholes, burn your nostrils
it’s toxic fuming. you know that we not just human
the tunes is oozing, the room is fumed
when the goons is glowing, the sewer’s flowing. this sh-t is ugly
when you fall in the gutter, don’t call your mother
you better sip your supper, a quick picker-upper
it’s where the rats is neighbors, stray cats and
alligators, shadows chasers, narrow places
dirty pillowcases in cardboard boxes
thirty filthy faces, darkness is watching
got you locked inside. hear the critters scatter
pitter-patter. so thirsty, want to lick the ladder
gutter water—feel it burning when it hits your bladder
the gutter stalk as streets is talking, hear the chitter-chatter
demons amongst you, fiending to hunt you
it’s hard to breathe when you know you can’t leave when you want to

[hook: samples with black panther scratches] (x6)
“i’m out the gutter” – sample from [?]
“the gutter” – sample from [?]

- brooklyn academy lyrics

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