Brooklyn Academy, Diabolic, Jean Grae - Don't Sleep lyrics

Don't sleep we will kill you as we’re
Creeping through the night
Don't weep climbing through your bedroom
Window as we’re creeping through the night

Yeah brooklyn Ac’, bitch yeah yo, Will Tell
(Will Tell) , beat is fire
Son (Block McCleasy) Block McCloud check this

Ayyo, I’ll rip shot
Tick tock around the clock building Block
Been around the block a couple
Times with this hip hop young chap
Chipper with a tongue flap like flip-flops
Gun claps, spit shots it's not a comeback
I've been here for ten
Years yours truly sincere
Spitting in your ear, you're
Hearing, drip tears, your ink smears
Unreadable some feed you bull
And some of y'all
Eat it ‘til you're full i'm el truth
Unbeatable
Got the proof y'all not the truth
Son got the juice
Contacts out the wazoo plus Block produce
Beats that's got your goose cooked
Shook like cops in
Hot pursue best cat to spit since Dr seuss
Unlock a gun, cock it, shoot it to sunblock
Run through your crew and your chickens
With my cock-a doodle doo
Man, your chick's done flew
The coop toot-a-loo
Magic stick a voodoo to have ‘em
Jumping through some hula hoops
Bumming 'cause they love me they say
"Give me the loot" all they get’s honey
Licking their tummy like they Winnie-the-Pooh
Skip to my loot, skip to my loot i'm
Sick with a flu spit sip on
My juice kids bit it chip on their tooth
Chip on their tooth i'm slick with it
Loose like chicks on a
Deuce your wrist slitted, bitch

Black Panther: Bitches
You haven't slit your wrists yet?
(Come on) You're not dead? Come on, die
This is Brooklyn Ac’, Black Panther yo
We coming through
We got a new member in the crew to spit
(Who's that?) Yo, what's your name
Son? Tell me diabolic: Diabolic
Black Panther: (Go get 'em) Who you rep?
Diabolic: Brooklyn Academy, yo
Black Panther: (Come on) Yo, spit that

Ride or die? I die to ride
But got too high to drive
Jumped in the driver's side
Made a six and five collide
And I survived as my own violent copilot
In the passenger’s seat
Blasting the heat while I ghost ride it
Hit a tree, crash it
Smash your dash's cheap plastic
Kill your boy and still avoid
A six-foot deep casket
Complete savage on the streets with E tablets
While D's in a green Caprice
Classic creep past it
It seems drastic drunk in LIE traffic
Forced to wreak havoc with
An ounce-a-week weed habit
But, I keep at it
Chase paper with a straight razor
Stumble home late night and hate
Life a day later
'Cause life's a bitch who only treat you
Right when you’re twice as rich
But, if you're broke
She'll cut your throat and slice your wrists
I might just flip
Grab and beat a cop by the weed spot
Drag him through three blocks
While other police watch
Forewarning: punks who grill
Like George Foreman
‘Til my four horsemen kick they
Second floor door in
Where cats record, smash the chord
Snatch the board and choke you with the
RCA jack attachment chord
Y'all are strapped for war?
Clapping back and forth? As a last resort
I'll stab you with a plastic fork
But the streets is watching lots
Of birds got some words
So while the block observes
I'ma lock it's optic nerve
Just watch and learn

Snatch a Glock from a cop's holster
Shower shots over the entire pop culture
I'm supposed to rep see
I knew my soul was blessed
When I could hold my breath long enough
To see you choke to death
Both hands around your throat glands
For a few crumbs drunk off Bourbon
Searching for stores to boost from
I ain't asked for nothing
Schooled myself in cash corruption
Friends who'd snipe me and
Wifey passing judgement i learned most
With my first toke of sherm smoke
Was an accident I put a
Hatchet in this turncoat
Took cheese and blew it on gear
For the D’s your crew with
So y'all have something to wear
When you're leaking fluid
Bleeding through it
Under the influence, driving drunk
Frying skunk
Pulling over to throw a rising punch
‘til both your eyes are lumped
Got hash and indo right here
No job or resume just half a demo and the
Gear I was rocking yesterday
I'm losing it, a lunatic who'd use a fist
To abuse your chick's uterus when
I throw bows like Ludacris
Your crew's too bitch to fathom
A magnum shooting with
The intension of apprehending
Your platinum crucifix
But knowledge is power
Plus snatching wallets from cowards
Beats ‘Bolic at Tower
Working for six dollars an hour
Now the game's an open stage
To release a prisoner
Who's aiming a loaded gage
At the police commissioner i took advantage
Looked at a good book for answers
The Art of War
Painting masterpieces on a crooked canvas
Throw a right hook and land it
To beat your weak jaw
With every freaking cheap whore screaming
"He's raw"

On Funk Flex front steps ‘til he unleashes C4
And that'll be nuclear winter
For the Eastern Seaboard
My shit reaches each store i’ll
Play the hand I'm dealt if not
I'll fill my trunk and give
'em straight to fans myself
There's two dozen crews thugging who
Say that you nothing
They say that you bluffing 'cause of
The place you grew up in
Now you gangsters and thugs hanging in clubs
Shooting 'em up
With 22s on the truck and 100 proof in a cup
Controlling blocks with coke and rock
Holding Glocks no, you're not prove it
Shoot this patrolling cop
Just load and lock the
Fullest clip you’ve got, then pull and click
Lick shots 'til bullets hit if not
You're full of shit

I'm a Latter day Saint terror
Frame draped with a leather
Cape with metal buckles around the
Face so I escape quicker
Standing on the top landing of a skyscraper
With the cops chanting and the
Helicopters taking shots at me
Millennium boots better ready your noose
My steady hand will machete any
Living thing that moves
Lose a lot of body fluids
When pissing and bleeding
I'm a ridiculous heathen with syphilis
Like sickness when breathing
Human taxidermy
Actual rappers laying with backs on gurneys
Stab to stop reactions from
The scalpel turning
Catch me at all functions cursing at somebody
Or robbing purses at church luncheons
Lurking in the pews, ducking
The priest molester with a child abuser he
Detect i find it highly amusing
To fry the Devil's hide
They’re trying to pry into a child's rectum
So I dissect ‘em god let them cry
While I'm waving by some side exit's
Dialect especially challenging like a
Kenyan running backwards
Embarrassing amputee runners from
Passing them
Hock phlegm rapidly, smarter or candidly
I'll never be a martyr the
Afterlife couldn't handle me
Open your chest like a can, I’ll be damaging
Your whole humanity until you panic
And burst your anatomy
I'm stealth you'll never corner Jean
I move with the zephyr
So who's next? I got a
Whole fucking slew of vendettas

Dudes be rhyming gangster with
Them shitty lyrics
You fake why you emulating 50's image?
And wait how you a
Drug dealer pushing renteds?
And come up short with the
Weight like a skinny midget?
Okay, I won't hate i'ma
Just get these digit's i'm so sick
They got my transcript in every clinic
You so bitch
You got raped in almost every prison
Homeboy, listen your bird is my pigeon
These words that I'm spitting got
Your bird slurping my jizzum
Me and you in the game?
Someone told you a lie
Don't get lit up like a seaport
On the fourth of July
Back up i'll stab you with a fork in your eye
And tell everyone
"Never again talk to this guy"
Get some internet kids to
Spread rumors about ya
That ain't your car you fronting really
I doubt ya that's a company driver and you
Pay him with vouchers
The outcome is this: the game is wrapped
By some motherfuckers people call
The "Brooklyn Ac’"
We not cooking crack we got books with rap
That'll shut the industry down
And bring Brooklyn back (Nigga)
What? Don't sleep we will kill you as we’re
Creeping through the night
Don't weep climbing through your bedroom
Window as we’re creeping through the night

I'll bite into you with iron
Teeth like a violent leech
Blood's an acquired taste i’ll dry
You on a quiet beach
Like Block, I'll drain you
Maim you to the pain
I came to disturb the physical
Curve of the game
Grae matter fucking up your thought pattern
Scattered
Erratic, neurotic, ebonic, slinger
Banger of dope product
Hypnotic drinker, exotic anger
Melodic singer a smoke addict allergic to
Cancer and asthmatics
A broke rapper indebted to
Credit like crack addicts
With good dealers who lean 'em
A little i'm mean and when I dream
I double-dribble my REM scenes
Are coupled with ten teens in full
Schools with M-16s that giggle
I'll rip your throat in the middle
Watch you choke on your spittle
Flying shrapnel side-attacks you when I run
By in a black suit
Why try to beat the maniacal
Rage of this diabolical
Mega beat like I'm finding a slave?
With his feet on the table in
The den of the plantation
Then switch and jump in his body
And smash the master's face in

My lack of patience exceeds a normal level
I see the warning levels at
Green, but if you mettle, it screams
The unforgettable hypes i might
Invite you to dance
With me, handsome, under pale moon light
Cut your damn tongue
Don't repent for shit like I'm Manson
Badly handle a hand gun
Madly shooting at random
With ample angles, aiming and missing
Straight in your kitchen
When bacon slicking your children
Pay attention hey your fate is ticking
My face is twitching, I'ma lose in pace
Hallucinating
Like I swallowed quarter-and-an-eighth case
Of Peruvian weight virgin fucking
No lubrication this conversation's
A combination
Of motherfuckers out to dead your occupation
Lacerations form
We’ll be swarming you like some locust
Engulfing and then inform you
"Be warned it’s the last dopest"

Don't sleep we will kill you as we’re
Creeping through the night
Don't weep climbing through your bedroom
Window as we’re creeping through the night

This is your last warning this
Is it brooklyn Ac’
We here brooklyn Ac’ is everywhere
(All around) not only in Brooklyn, you
Know, like, uh, Staten Island, detroit but
We here numbers is growing face
It in the street (3, 2
1) get over it die die