Intro: Doodlebug & Mecca
Uh. Uh. Funky Funky
Alright
One time, for your mind
Two times, for Moomie and St. Crew
Three times, for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times, for pleasure
I don't trip
She/I don't trip
We don't trip. Nah, we don't trip
He don't trip. Tees don't trip
We don't trip: pleasure
Verse 1: Mecca
Now, 16 times for the mind thieves
For my thinkin' in dilemmas; I am Erika
Counterfeits don't stop the wettest of us
We Brooklyn; re-define the black
People equal to who? Yeah
What you supply, I know and I know
And I drop dit
But, tryin to score on my pride
I'm in my cammie
We bust at COINTELPRO
We creamy, like, f** that
We creamy spies, tell you schemey lies
We let our creamy bullets fly;
Should it reflect the sun? We say yes
When we think of gettin' dipped, we say yes
Say yo, comrades, rest. Because
Mecca & bu*terfly
We all bounce. We all bounce
I do bounce. Yes, he/I do bounce
She do bounce. Yes, we all bounce
I all bounce. We all bounce
Verse 2: bu*terfly
From back since the Crook' coughta rep'
For givin' birth to horn loopers
I took my first step with confidence: born troopers
Got caps on gold cans for the halls I spray
Slapped hands with my mans by the walls we play
Now it's Tims and camouflage: complete sag
Large pulls, my squad rules
From sonar to lunar, jeep to deck
From no boot to Pumas: [I'm] rolled up like mesh
My cousin sent the Kite
I read it in the corner, circle see low
Now all the n******gs hated CEOs
We move on the dee e low, for our fam' in jail
No stars, just bars. No cars, unless the B.M.T own 'em
Crook-town bound--street stealth--that's how I roam 'em
I drape soul hearts, I make soul darts
Cover mad areas in my Crepe Soul Clarks
MCs lyin'. Is dyin' rap-off
But here we are ya'll. With pleasure
So it's
Mecca &bu*terfly:
One time, for your mind
Twice times, for Moomie and St. Crew
Thrice times, for the Brooklyn dimes
And seven times, for pleasure
I stay on. She stay on
We stay on, yeah, we stay on
He is/stay on. We be on. We stay on
With pleasure
Verse 3: Doodlebug
Here I go, the seven-odd, Manchu squad
Black notes, I quote, I dedicate to my youngster
Via subway cars, I span the Metro
See no so steelow, is livin' on the Dee.Low
Galactic Traveler, eternal explorer
Like the Invincible Master Agent--a true warrior
Neither here nor there. The master of illusion
My sun moon set catches rep, when we be cruisin'
The New York boroughs, with cla**ic boombastic
Studied all the styles and got nasty at it
Like a Thelonious Monk, I travel in peace
Left on, right on, black man from the east. Uh
All:
We don't quit. We don't quit. Nah ah
We don't quit. We don't quit
Verse 4: bu*terfly
Like for nuthin' but beats and cheese
Subzero degrees can't freeze the cool breeze
Ease-, easy, straight Brooklyn dude
Hitchu' off with some pellets, they're Brooklyn smooth
It's that certain style. Uh-huh
I shoot a leg bar, squeeze off, style quarters
Til' herbs feel stressed
Playin' slick games and avoid arrest
Verse 5: Mecca
I shows, five seconds after that, I flows
Left on, conjure rebel grows levels, we grow
Jonesing on the curb, I glow, still posin'
And be girl freshestess, left this gets with
MCs want in, all of 'em. Bust 90 my levels
And my whole crew poor, with pleasure