The Brooklyn Uptown Connection Songtext / Lyric

Yeah, 1 2, get ready, 'cause this is how we do it

We got my man Soundwave in the house, Alien Nation

To my nigga, the low-down dirty drop out from high school, Big Ill

And me Mr. Raspy, Al Skratch

To my nigga LIC representin' Conspiracy

Yeah, Soundwave, break 'em off



You say you never heard the sound

I'm about to break 'em off somethin' right now

Open up your mind and let me in

Knock, knock, who speaks in the voice of sin?



Must drop to your knees, please just listen

A tale of four black men reminiscin'

I hover in the heavens like a celestial guardian

The one who blocks the bullets when you're wildin' out partyin'



Believe in the MC, 'cause you can see me not

Soundwave, faster than the dot on the Glock

Non-stop cyber-funkin', let me tell you somethin'

'Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the Mack Big Ill, LIC

This is virtual reality






A rap fantasy of the life of four beings

Seen through the eyes of the one foreseeing

Funkin' 'em up, come on to the right

I'm funkin' 'em up, come on to the left

The Uptown Connect gonna funk you to death



Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown

With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?

Well, it's the backstabber, the double-crosssin' alki

Stagger as I'm babblin', so nigga please don't doubt me



When I was ten they took my flick at the precinct

Back in the days I was a juvenile delinquent

So don't fuck with me 'cause I'm psychotic

I kick the hard shit and let my man get melodic



Aiyo, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin'

I'll lump you up and leave you swollen

The mic that I'm holdin' is golden



Patrollin' straight out the fiery pits

I turn a page as my diary gets

Deeper, I see this Mack type figure, who is he?

Bitches wanna know, so Ill get busy



I got the latest news, ask Conny Chung

Tu madre [Incomprehensible]

That means your mama wanna suck my dick, fagot

The bitch is a hoe so you know I'm gonna bag it



We makin' moves over funky fat grooves

And to crews that don't paid dues we bad news

So who wanna gang bang, tell me who can hang slang

Is what I kick, stay off my dick, chitty-bang-bang



With the glock you could swing on my block

And I'll knock the shit out of your ass with the quick fast

Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown

With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?

Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown

With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground



Here it is, steppin' to my biz with the free flow steelo

Headcrackin' niggas like celo

Comin' from below the gutter, I'm quick with my cutter

For a fronter tryin' to front, word to mother



On a microphone alone in a zone of danger

With rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber

Word up, you never heard of one murder one felon

Bustin' more slugs in thugs indulge in drug-sellin'



I stack greenbacks from the wizzacks

Give up raw facts for niggas fakin' jacks

Rhymes come in all flavors, I'm makin' crazy papers

Cuttin' suckers with razors in faces, beatin' body cases



LIC, I'm givin' lashes, slashes

Holdin' classes, controllin' masses, bustin' asses

Just when I put the ambush to spots

Bustin' my mics like Glocks, robbin' niggas for they props



The flow is on point, on target, sharp, accurate

Lyrical gun clips I pack you with, then clap you with

Rhyme after rhzzyme, time after time

Like a career criminal committin' crime after crime



A gun-clapper [Incomprehensible] type of rapper

LIC, code name come-off-the-head master

Flowin' at a high velocity possibly

MC's might snitch, call the cops on me



But it's aight 'cause I got my peeps here with me

LIC representin' Conspiracy

One love, baby, the Uptown connection

Ill and Al Skratch and the whole muthafuckin' crew

I'm out