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Jay-Z - Brooklyn Go Hard

Ill Kanye production, and two of those bulletproof Hova verses-es

2nd verse lyrics:

I Father, I Brooklyn Dodger them,
I jack, I rob, I sin, amen
Im JACKY ROBINSON ‘cept when I run base - I dodge the pen
Lucky me luckily they didnt get me
now when I bring the NETS Im the black BRANCH RICKEY
from Brooklyn corners, burning branches of sticky
spread love – Biggie – Brooklyn – Hippy
I pity – the foo get choose like Mr. T
with no history in my borough, they borrow
with no an-tises (anticipations?) of returning tomorrow
The sun don’t come out for many, like Annie
Half orphan, mama never had an abortion
Papa sorta did, still I managed to live   
I go hard, I owe it all the crib
Now please tell me what the fuck smarter than this?

Crazy typography video of the songe is available here

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