LA to Brooklyn

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