Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cookin Up Your Brain, artist - Defari. Date of issue: 04.10.1999
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Cookin Up Your Brain |
| I rock fatigues but I don’t glorify warfare |
| I need comfort stability, survival wear |
| I see everyday struggle |
| Word to Xzibit, lift, build muscle I hustle |
| And broaden my horizons |
| Stay focused to the point of the chin like Tyson |
| Get live like a dunk on a big man by Allen Iverson |
| Hold up, wait a minute, pause, check the stat |
| Words to James Brown, I say it loud I’m proud to be black |
| Whoever said that «knowledge on wax is played out.» |
| Played themselves |
| They’re soon to fade out |
| Way out |
| Out into oblivion |
| They come a dime a dozen, artificial like silicon |
| While I’m low like James Bond |
| At a bench on the lawn |
| Reading books like Wretched Of The Earth by Frantz Fanon |
| So if you live a lie may the truth set you free |
| Cause soon a day will come when we rise, it’s all prophecy |
| Without knowledge of self you got no clue so I must |
| «Run through, Hard Boil you» — Capone N Noreaga 'Parole Violators' |
| Cooking up your brain you remain blind to what’s brand new |
| So I must |
| «Run through, Hard Boil you» |
| «Back with more hot shit» — Mobb Deep 'Hell On Earth' |
| See too many brothers I meet wanna be buddies |
| Get drunk and burn skunk but they don’t wanna study |
| Instead when they talk they’re think they heavy like lead |
| But in reality, kid’s knowledge base be like a thread |
| Minimal |
| With no foundation in the spiritual |
| Destroying they physical becomes a lifelong ritual |
| Now don’t get me wrong ain’t nothing wrong with a drink |
| But what’s wrong is when a nigga just drink and don’t think |
| About the change |
| Raped of language and names |
| Master Johnson’s is the plantation where I must’ve slaved |
| In the former life |
| Cause that’s my last name |
| I love my pops |
| But still bare a tag of shame |
| Maybe you can’t understand the strength of the motherland |
| Cause you’ve been tricked with the teachings |
| Developed by the other man, brother man |
| It’s never too late to set your mind state straight |
| Knowledge is key |
| We struggle then there’s victory |
| Niggas rhyme about guns and cheese |
| Tons and keys |
| They self incriminate on tapes, wax and CD’s |
| No need for video surveillance |
| Cause all one time gotta do is buy your tape |
| And start playing it |
| Unless it’s all made up type fiction |
| Have you forgotten that young minds listen? |
| And duplicate? |
| Oh you that brother likes to glorify jail time |
| Instead of dropping gems to uplift the black youth’s mind |
| Now who’s to blame when the devil control’s the game? |
| That the black people play for this entertainment fame |
| No one to blame but ourselves |
| Instead of books |
| Now we love to be crooks and glorify Hell |
| Don’t try to sell me that bullshit |
| Cause with knowledge I come equipped |
| Too much pain in the past to forget |
| About the lynchings |
| The ships |
| The leather whips |
| Niggas lie for luchi now-a-days and still get pimped |
| «I'm licking on your brain» — J-Live 'Bragging Writes' |