T Love - La To Brooklyn

featuring Siah and Yeshua Da PoED 

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Check it out  Wee Bee Foolish duty free 
Uhh.. This Kid Named Miles 

[T Love] 
Drip drip  be the sound  consumate 
when they hangin from my nipple tryin to get a sip 
I`ve got so  much  much  on my mind 
Rhymes and beat  beats and rhymes 
Ain`t these fascinatin times 
Check the girl lactatin lines 
I`m formula  nourishin and warmin ya 
from Panama Canal to Californ-ia 
There be a path of spilled milk, leadin to my tilt 

[Yeshua Da PoED] 
My speech, apparently carries me 
over break-beats and melodies smothered in Sara Lee 
cakes, teeth, ache, even take care of the 
critics, fans, spectators who stare at me 
and get the greater effect, flavor beyond belief 
increase, calorie intake, with each 
syllable I spill, at will, cause I be a 
skilled individual, your ? 

[Siah] 
Up in the tropical illusion, fusin rhyme and rhythm 
Leakin about a creek from the wellspring given 
Driven to be.. uhh, I`m not sure what (what) 
It`s gotta be pure, won`t strut with smut 
Allergic to wackness, like E-D 
and T-B too, now see how we do 
Anita you dance with the Japanese beetle 
Call the ring and make it stop at the rays of the needle 

Chorus: T-Love 

From LA to Brooklyn, it`s about rhymes and beats 
From Brooklyn to LA, it`s about beats and rhymes 

[Yeshua Da PoED] 
Now if I didn`t rap, mics would be lonely, like the only 
kid that didn`t clap, when the lip be strictly, spittin that 
Bros know, flow so intact, it be splittin caps on heads 
that authorize admittance on impact in fact 
MC`s get with that, and take mental notation 
of how I utilize, echo location to find my placement 
in rotations, that sets the foundation to real collaboration 
of creation, begins with my imagination 

[Siah] 
To write the tight and light the night I need a bit of inspiration 
Ate Thinsulate, to get the shit with insulation 
Not an insulin patient, I`m pencillin prescriptions 
of a sweet medication, stenciled in the scriptures 
of the street meditation for a blessed recitation 
I lessen repetition with the dressing it`s to have a 
dash of with the seasoning, sneezing in the back of, class 
So when the breeze pass the crack of my ass 
You feel the funk 

[T-Love] 
From LA to Brooklyn, I was out lookin 
Too many MC`s who wanna swing these 
Time to dip dip dive socialize with your mind 
Cause in the end bitch, all about rhymes and soul 
Siah, Yesh, and me, make peace on the beat 
Brooklyn to LA, we cause a melee 
Fuck a beef, what the fuck, who give a fuck 
As long as the beat is dope and your rhymes don`t suck 

Chorus 2X 

From LA to Brooklyn (4X) 
Yeah, ninety-seven, ninety-eight 
Ninety-nine, two thousand