Chords for Mos Def - Brooklyn

_ _ Hey, hey, hey.
[F#] _
Say [C#m] what, say what?
_ _ _ [G#] _ _ [C#m]
Yo, sometimes I feel [E] like I don't have a [C#] partner.
Sometimes [F#m] I feel like [G#m] my only [A] friend is the [C#m] city I live [D#] in.
It's beautiful, [F#] good, and [C#m] all is not in vain.
I don't [E] even know where [A] I'm headed.
[C#m] Cause it's the B to the R to the O to the OK.
[D#] LYN is the [C#] place where I stay.
[C#m] The B to the R to the O to the OK.
[Em] Best in the world, A [A]-R-U-S [C#m]-A.
It's the B to the R to the O to the OK.
LYN [F#] is the place where I stay.
The [C#m] B to the R to the O to the OK.
[G#] Place where I rest this [A] summer, born [C#m] day, bussin'.
Sometimes I sit back and just reflect.
Watch the world go by and I feel connected.
I think about the time past and the time to come.
[G#m] Reminisce of that style when I was [E] cryin', yo.
[C#m] I used to try and come to the neighborhood [D#] for a ride.
Still warm my eyes off, [F#] say a little somethin'.
When [C#m] I was just a young ass, before the days of talkin'.
[G#m] I'm eatin' Charlie's ends and yo, what, [A] I'm only [C#m] walkin'.
Fast forward nine, now I got a team of [D#] C's.
I'm up to C, they gon' [F#] speed to perform a D.
Livin' the [C#m] now, spacin' time, round the nine to five.
For as [Em] long as I'm alive, boy, I [A] got the [C#m] shine.
I ain't sittin' roadside, that ain't part of the plan.
I'm out [G#m] here for my fam, doin' all I can.
[C#m] I love my city.
Sweet and pretty, Atlanta outskirts.
[G#m] Nicknamed, uptown, cause we [G#] from to [C#m] outwards.
Philosophy, we define the touchline, I touch back.
Walk the [G#m] streets like it's sweet and get feet like [C#m] jumpbacks.
Catch those shakes over dicks, whoop whoop, we bust back.
Bring [G#m] them all into your face with no [G#] place to run [C#m] back.
I'm from the slums, that created the base to thaw back.
This ain't a gang clan, [E] playa James Brown and jump [C#m] back.
What you want, Jack?
Look at Stats, they jump back.
When they [G#m] gone, back.
Mama's green, [E] where she sons [C#m] at, tryna hunt that.
We could retrieve my high stakes, the fourth [G#m] largest.
First largest, Brooklyn is the [C#m] place.
Settled by the Dutch many years ago.
Three [G#] billion strong, and here we [F] go. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Good morning, _ Vienna. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Vienna, Vienna.
_ _ _ _ Vienna, Vienna.
_ Yo.
It's time I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at.
Unlike any place I ever been at.
The home of big gaps.
Deep dish, hammer rim caps.
Have a men's hat, push your wig back.
Where you go to get the fresh trim at?
Four on the J, got Tim rack.
Blue collars, Metro car, and they thugs mobbing that.
Formed partnership, increased armament.
[Am] Street farmer says, the [F] consequence.
When you seek sleek ornaments, you get caught.
Rode the white horse and can't get off.
Big dogs that trick off, just get sent off.
They shoeboxed that shit so all they see's got a lip off.
It's real, yo, but still, yo, it's tough here.
And it's felt by anybody to come here.
Out of town to take the train, plane and bus here.
Must be something [B] that they really want here.
One year as a resident, deep in sentiment.
They shout out, go Brooklyn, they representing it.
Sitting on they front stoop, sipping Guinnesses.
Using native dialect in they sentences.
From the tree line blocks to the tenements.
To the mom and pop local shop [Fm] businesses.
I've traveled all around the world at great distances.
And ain't no place that I [E] know that bare resemblance.
That's why we call it the planet.
Not a borough or a province.
Our style is uncommon.
From [Fm] some to the Tompkins to Lafayette, Galtons.
Wyckoff, [A#] Gowanus and the Army, Jack of Nines, [F] yo.
This goes out to my cassock on the aisle Friday night.
Out in front the [F#] Himalaya going [F] wild.
This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurf Village.
The 90s, and on my yard in Cheney Browns Village.
Parkside, tennis court, 30s, 40s, in the 50s.
The cats out in Starlight City getting busy.
To the hood, to the east, to the stock.
Bushwick and Canarsie.
Farragut, full green and mossy.
My flatbush posse, generals and armies.
When it's time to fall, just call me.
And let this song be.
Playing loud and long, B.
If you love Bucktown strongly. _
Raise it up.
[G#m] _ _ Brooklyn, my habit's at [D] the place where I happen at.
Live [G#] swaying the sharp balance of the battle act.
I ain't surprised that thug draw the hammer back.
It's where you find the new tool crew, camera die.
It's where my fam [D] is at, the summertime jam is at.
They play big and get you open like a sandal bag.
Hot in the candle wax, hustling and you can't relax.
The crack babies trying to find where they laminate.
[G#] It's off the handle black with big police scandals at.
[B] Turn in the action screenplay, so the mirror mack.
The type of place where they [D] check your appearance at.
And cats who know where all the hot nob here [G#m] is at.
The slum of it rounds where you find the [D] pound smokers at.
Be blazing charm to have your wave cap floating back.
The door step where the dispossessed posted at.
Dope fiends out on Franklin Ave selling Zovaracks.
You big ballin' better keep your money folded back.
Cause once the young guns notice that it's over black.
Brooklyn keep on taking it.
Worldwide we known for that.
Flossy cats getting snatched [G#m] like the local tax.
The place I shop on a month I retune vocals at.
But one of the greatest