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