ThaMarsh - Brooklyn Renaissance lyrics

[Produced by ThaMarsh] [Verse 1: JoeyFromNA] I'm the best trust I know it Why they think sh** all cool Like them Brooklyn Boys ain't cruel Bet it's nothing for we to show em Nothing for me to get on these beats Chokehold 'em Applying pressure like Y'all n***as tripping It's best y'all step it up I'm on y'all heels now No letting up til a big enough Check is cut to change Life's forecast forever The rainy days they fade away Like Kobe, MJ whichever The nerve of some of these n***as Claiming they real spitters Claim that the real hitters Ashamed the ma**es who buy the gimmicks I'm here to end it cause to be perfectly candid I'm sick of the madness Glad bags for all the trash sh** This year if it ain't about profit I won't bother with it For my family I could k** a n***a Thinking to myself like "How can we all get richer?' Painting a perfect picture now my brain Of having everything such a vanity slave I'm ashamed But these clothes don't make the man This game mine for the taking OG's said "Try and be patient Just keep on spazzing on records And then you'll get recognition" Rap game, it need change Feel like it done lost it's way Focused and fully devoted To be the one that restored it Bringing the hope to the hopeless The ones that lost all faith That they would see this day In which we be this great Bringing hope to the hopeless That ones that lost all faith That they would see this day In which we be this great [Verse 2: A1] I'm the worst and I know it But this verse is so golden Took some time off of rapping Too much violence and madness Still putting verses in hearses Go to churches to worship Curses all in the cursive f** it Too many rappers just rapping Too many clappers just clapping Too many n***as just settle But settling let the devil in So while you reveling Don't forget about the grind All it takes is one puff to corrupt your shine Looking through these blinds Just read between the lines She blow like Coltrane No Nirvana got me Cobain k**ing myself with the pen in my hand It's carnage Run the track like sonic when I'm on it Taught E.T's how to speak ebonics But with Mary Jane, I could write a sonnet Roll it up and fill my cup I'm feeding my appetite for destruction It's really nothing for these double dragons I'm off the wagon man these n***as really lacking Shoot a movie, quit the acting Fruits of labor got the pa**ion News in paper f** is happening Foolish neighbors f**ing urkels I'm thinking if Family Matters A freshman to this game But my name up in the rafters "His name up in the rafters?" Me and Jo like Vince and Tracy on the 99' Raptors Banging on n***as Y'all better hop on the bandwagon 575