featuring Siah and Yeshua Da PoED



Uh.. uhh uhh uhh

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