Gotcha Lookin

[Intro: Will Tell and (Block McCloud)]
(Yeah. Brooklyn Ac’. Yeah). Yeah, yeah. (Brooklyn Academy). (Uh, uh, uh). Yo, yo

[Interlude: Samples with DJ No Needles Scratches]
“Listen” - Sample from [?]

[Hook: Block McCloud and Will Tell] (x2)
Hot, the pot’s cooking. Ha, got you looking
Got your spot tooken. Ha, got you looking
No, we’re not rookies. Ha, got you looking
Look, it’s off the hook in the Academy of Brooklyn

[Verse 1: Will Tell]
Yo, Will Tell, I conjure tornados
And throw flows at foes. The Ac’ is rap’s NATO
The mind of Plato, my wisdom is B.C
Coming at you in 3-D on T.V
Class is now in session—heads down, thumbs up
Cats on the come-up—stages is getting bumrushed
Snooze, you lose bruised from the gun butt
Trust us and you dumber than I thought
Hunting for sport, smoking L’s, drunk off of quarts
These cats done come across more tracks than summer sports
We cop Olympic rings now, pass the torch
Changing of the guard never the passive sort
I’m loading the ammo like Tony Soprano
With family on both sides of the Verrazano-Narrows
We amazing like Peter Parker raised us
Somebody roll the haze up and let a nigga blaze up

[Hook: Block McCloud and Will Tell] (x2)
Hot, the pot’s cooking. Ha, got you looking
Got your spot tooken. Ha, got you looking
No, we’re not rookies. Ha, got you looking
Look, it’s off the hook in the Academy of Brooklyn

[Verse 2: Block McCloud]
I’m the wolf in sheep’s clothing to pull the wool
Over your peeps. Woven into the sheet
We’re sewing it up and keep going. Feel the heat open
A window. The wind blow like your shorty when she deepthroat me
Each quotient hard to figure like making governors
Out of Schwarzenegger with carbon paper
I’ma burn you like Garcia Vegas, I’ma learn you
Like you starving for data. I’m not a god. I’m greater
Got the power to fail and still succeed and sail the Seven Seas
Without the Holy Grail or Golden Fleece
Spoke in olden speech, a citizen told the priests
How I uphold the peace holding a piece
An unholy seed’s growing, swollen ovaries
To leave foes broke like smoked weed
And reach you like a contact, breach you like a contract
Eat you like a swamp rat, kick you comrades

[Hook: Block McCloud and Will Tell] (x2)
Hot, the pot’s cooking. Ha, got you looking
Got your spot tooken. Ha, got you looking
No, we’re not rookies. Ha, got you looking
Look, it’s off the hook in the Academy of Brooklyn

[Verse 3: Pumpkinhead]
I’m a villainous soldier. Niggas ain’t told ya
The shit that I spit will rip if your shoulder lift boulders
Burn muscle, turn ligaments to sulfur
Ill hustler. Barracuda, nigga—I scare Cobras
Oprah couldn’t hold the weight I supply to the fiends
Good music, hot shows, rock those, not froze
Chop those. Y’all could die like the sons of Saddam
I’ll make you fisher dudes fry like the Sun’s in my hand
Brooklyn Ac’, we running the land. Open School Night
You in the corner with a dunce cap in your hand
Capture a tan worse than laying on the beach
With your face in the sand. I’ll put your face in the land
Six feet deep we creep, too deep with heat
Y’all sweet cheesecake niggas for making a band
On the world I’ma flex. I earned my respect
You’re mad ‘cause your girl with my pearls on her neck, nigga

[Hook: Block McCloud and Will Tell] (x2)
Hot, the pot’s cooking. Ha, got you looking
Got your spot tooken. Ha, got you looking
No, we’re not rookies. Ha, got you looking
Look, it’s off the hook in the Academy of Brooklyn

[Verse 4: Mr. Metaphor]
I’m ready to blow. I’m hot, heavy to hold
A lot heavier load. I’m a soda pop
Hop into the zone, do not answer the phone
There’s potholes in the lawn and the door’s on watch
Five minutes outside. I’m not ready to die
The doctor, he said, “Hi.” “Ayyo, what up, doc?”
I found the rest of my poem. I should have left it alone
‘Cause now it’s stressing my dome. Is it gonna stop?
Hip hop where no goes—it’s a call of the wild
Money got you looking, the block hot, is cooking
We stop, drop, and roll out. BK Ac’ is no doubt
We take back the 90s—the UG’s behind me
We Bruce Lee the market. This new beat’s retarded
Yo, who heaves the hardest? And I got you looking
And I got you hooked on the track. That’s the Brooklyn, the Ac’
Yes ‘cause Brooklyn is back. Take a ride now

[Outro: Samples with DJ No Needles Scratches]
“Bump this in your ride—it’s that jeep music (Oh aight)” - Sample from Pumpkinhead on Will Tell ft. Pumpkinhead’s “Tango and Cash”
“I don’t kill soloists. Only kill squads” - Sample from Nas’s “You’re Da Man”
“The fact’s you wack as hell” - Sample from Block McCloud on [?]
“Haha hahaha” - Sample from [?]
“Hot! Brooklyn Ac’. Once again” - Sample from Pumpkinhead on Brooklyn Academy’s “The Unusual Jam”
“Whooo!” - Sample from Pumpkinhead on Brooklyn Academy’s “The Unusual Jam”
“You know we get down when it come to it” - Sample from Pumpkinhead on Will Tell ft. Pumpkinhead’s “Tango and Cash”
“Ghetto style” - Sample from [?]
“Another one, y’all” - Sample from Kool G. Rap on Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo’s “Ill Street Blues”
“Uh” - Sample from [?]
“Prepare, get on your post and stand clear” - Sample from Lil’ Fame on M.O.P.’s “New Jack City”