Текст песни Jungle Brothers - Brain

Rapper's Paradise IV [CD2]
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Jungle Brothers
Альбом: Rapper's Paradise IV [CD2]
Длительность: 04:02
Рейтинг: 480
MP3: Скачать
Загрузил: makaveli2006

Текст:

[check me out] [check it out, yo] (etc...) I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain {Mike G} Explanation of the funk essential trapped in my brain, Couldn't do it, make me wonder how a world maintain Got emcees frontin total masquerade Screamin toast had to touch them up with my blade Cut is caught brothers still fallin to this day And all is face say why'd have to be this way? Five 'cent is the culture Make me pop you like a vulture Amplify my mic and let the rhyme take the clutcher The rains of thr rhythms with some boom boom cat Not enough to break your back, just so you react. My counteract's my counterpart Takin your heart You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked All I seeing and knowing is my business and I divide to multiply And give thanks to most high 24/7 brothers got to make a living Overcome the odds is the only decision Cast like my pawn with your third eye vision Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision Streets full of clowns trying to rob your part When the herb come knocking send them home with a not I got my house pumped Crunch a problem with my luck Coming soft to the hole and get your whole game stuffed As we sway the dance halls from heaven to hell, As the sun do shine, JBeez rock well. I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain Yo dig it, I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain {Afrika} Cut you short and escort you to my innermost thoughts Dreams of fighting for my freedom in the most high courts But jump shots get blocked and dreams get shatterred and when the day turns night, souls get bruised and batterred. Cheap labor for a favor from your cotton picking neighbor, Got to work your ass off just to show you got flavor, Life savers won't help you when your breaking your back And Uncle Sam keep talking about rasing his tax I look at heaven and see myself rolling in seven or eleven So I can recoup this suit that I'm spending Pray to god with divine intervention all my life Repent for my sins because I don't want strife Release from contracts to make new contacts The game gets played but still remains the facts That I got to wake up and see the brood of charades 'Cause I'm still living in the modern age slave trade Rapping on holy water, Looking for divine order Life goes on, but still the rhyme gets shorter Seal my fate, there's no escape But still I'm straight, I'm back on track, shaking off the dead weight The time has come, for me to free my soul Grab hold of my heart and take full control 'Cause no matter what happens when times get hard, I still stand my ground and use the force of God I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain Yo dig it, I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain {Sammy B} I'm about to shine like a dime, It's time to give me mine, My props, casue I'm about to take you to the top, Non-stop with the body rock I make you forget about your seat and start smiling Brothers buckwilding And JBeez is always styling We bring the raw, The real hardcore, Giving you more than what you bargained for Son, so your ass is best to run when You see me coming I'm taking it back to the essen
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