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Ming+FS
Kings County
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Electronic
Kings County was released on August 24, 1999 by Om as a part of the album Hell's Kitchen
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AlbumHell's Kitchen
Release DateAugust 24, 1999
LabelOm
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MING
MING
Performer
Ming+FS
Ming+FS
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Sargolini
Fred Sargolini
Lyrics
Aaron Albano
Aaron Albano
Lyrics

Lyrics

Knowing what you're doing, being right
And following through, and never stop
Following through on what you believe in
And um, if you have to defend it physically, verbally
Spiritually, whatever way you have to defend it
Is, is, if you, Brooklyn people are always
Ready to pay the price for what they believe in
Yes, we manifest
Alleviate the tension and your stress
Me, FS
And on the flow, the emipathy, S-T-R-O
Maestro, Mani one, first son, Brooklyn
Regardless where I'm at in this life
Regardless where I roam
Brooklyn forever my home
The street lights, the street life
The dues I paid to keep me focused and write
It's like this place is my wife
Till death do us part
Our wedding reception was in the park after dark
Where she gave me her heart and soul
And told me our love would only grow
As we got older, I told her I'd never leave
And if I did I'd be back, that's word to me
I said it purposely so she could understand the worth of me
This is the county of kings
You can tell by the size of medallions and gold rings
Royalty dwells in sections we swing
Where the Bush is Flat, where the Ville is Brown
Where the Heights is Crown, where the Fort is Green
Where the Stuy's embedded, where New York is East
And Coney is a island connected
Sometimes the Bush wicked and Parks is Slope
The Bay is Ridge, and Benson is a Hearst
I'll forever be connected partly
Bobby Johnson's in Canarsie
God forgive us all for living harshly
That's home before month nine
The umbilical chord line
And when Mars pushed from space became time
See Brooklyn is a state of mind
My sunshine, it's Kings County baby
Where you at son?
Where the Bush is Flat, where the Ville is Brown
Where the Heights is Crown, where the Fort is Green
Where the Stuy's embedded, where New York is East
And Coney is a island connected
Where the Bush is Flat, where the Ville is Brown
Where the Heights is Crown, where the Fort is Green
Where the Stuy's embedded, where New York is East
And Coney is a island connected
We street talk, but we flip it and bounce it
Speak dialect of verbalist, you speak nervousness
We congested, check the herbalist
And I flow for real like Echinacea
But Golden Seal'll ease internal turbulence
We say peace when we walk
And half the population don't eat pork
Peace to all points directional
Brooklyn where the thugs be intellectual
And God be blessin' you
See part of it's slum, and part of it's ghetto
And part of it's suburban, and part of it's meadow
And part of it's peace, and part of it's concrete jungle
But on the whole it's mellow
That's my first love and my heart
From Prospect Park to the beaches that touch the Atlantic
Dark brown, white, red, morena with Hispanic
And granted it ain't where you live, but it's love the same
We stay hot so you can touch the flame
Plus the frame picture perfect
We stick together like glue that's all purpose
Call Ticketmaster if you looking for the circus
This ain't the place for the weak hearted, scared, and nervous
There's no place like home, that's my word
I cut a vein and bleed verbs to be heard, no need for reverb
I'm from the heart of the beast, the furthest point East
And peace I speak to reach peoples in the streets who relate
Where the Bush is Flat, where the Ville is Brown
Where the Heights is Crown, where the Fort is Green
Where the Stuy's embedded, where New York is East
And Coney is a island connected
Where the Bush is Flat, where the Ville is Brown
Where the Heights is Crown, where the Fort is Green
Where the Stuy's embedded, where New York is East
And Coney is a island connected
Where the Bush is Flat, where the Ville is Brown
Where the Heights is Crown, where the Fort is Green
Where the Stuy's embedded, where New York is East
And Coney is a island connected
See part of it's slum, and part of it's ghetto
And part of it's suburban, and part of it's meadow
And part of it's peace, and part of it's concrete jungle
But on the whole it's mellow
Written by: Aaron Albano, Fred Sargolini

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