Jungle Brothers

Jungle Brothers

Brain

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Added 20 February 2008 user AND1

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[check me out]
[check it out, yo] (etc...)
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldnt explain, couldnt explain
You wouldnt understand, I couldnt explain
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldnt explain, couldnt explain
You wouldnt understand, I couldnt explain
{mike g}
Explanation of the funk essential trapped in my brain,
Couldnt 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 whyd 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 counteracts 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 couldnt explain, couldnt explain
You wouldnt understand, I couldnt explain
Yo dig it,
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldnt explain, couldnt explain
You wouldnt understand, I couldnt 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 wont 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 Im spending
Pray to God with divine intervention all my life
Repent for my sins because I dont want strife
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