featuring Unique London

* a shorter version of this song appears on "Soundbombing 2"

[Unique London]

Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock your style is mad tight!

Your style is mad tight your style is mad TIGHT!!

Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock your style is mad tight!

Your style is mad tight your style is mad TIGHT!!

[Thirstin Howl III]

My mind is stronger than the pictures in your muscle books

With more manners, than all of the Huxtables

Pain before pleasure (U.L.: Death before dishonor!)

Turn rap wannabe piranhas into _A Fish Called Wanda_

Swordfish.. to mermaids..

I lay down the law without being represented by an attor-ney

Overqualified, for all technical institutes

I get the job done when you barely make it past the interview

The streets is watchin, eyeballin -- careful!

Everybody wants a piece of me like I'm a James Brown sample

Spittin flames -- call the fire warden!

Out of town, violent tourist, glove grip

Isotoner, sands of time, priceless moments

Disguised as doorman -- plug, vital organs

With my bare hands, I fight your swordmen, smokescreen

rifles scorchin -- even my bible's stolen!

[Unique London]

Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!

Your style is mad tight, your style is mad TIGHT!!

Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock, your style is mad tight!

Your style is mad tight, your style is mad TIGHT!!

[Thirstin Howl III]

Imagine, life without handcuffs

Concentration -- with the brain muscle tissue of Samson

The benchpress, of a gold medal-ist, in the olympics

Rifle reach of Manute Bol's two arms

I'm shotgun ammunition -- soon to be airing

When I'm not in my shell (U.L.: All you see are his balls baring!)