Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brainstorm, artist - Gang Starr. Date of issue: 07.03.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brainstorm |
| One two checka, get, down and dirty |
| And my sounds are worthy of respect |
| So I’mma flex my text just like a, major takeover |
| Chumps pass the mic over |
| Growin' more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin |
| Comin' straight out of Brooklyn, baldhead from the old school |
| Born to rule with more class than Billy Dee |
| To a pussy MC, you know a wuss MC |
| I’m like his worst nightmare when I’m on my killing spree |
| Pick the vic, who will it be? |
| Your vote may hold the key |
| It’s up to you, tell us true |
| Who’ll be herb of the day? |
| And when you fake, you break. |
| When suckers choose, they lose |
| I’m like lethal, to you and your people |
| It’s like an outrage, when punks step on stage |
| With the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough |
| So I’mma take dough from em, and then son em |
| Teach em how to really get biz like this |
| Me and my gang’s gonna swarm |
| Brainstorm |
| It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled |
| From any angle, as I get buck on ducks |
| All the sexy girlies wanna push up close to |
| The man with the most who don’t flaunt his ego |
| Some motherfuckers ain’t as gifted |
| Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it |
| I’m swift with the shit like a bullet’s trajectory |
| So don’t stand next to me |
| It’s like a, warm sensation when my shells hit |
| You were wrong, you know what you did, so you fell quick |
| To the pavement, no signs of body movement |
| See I knew it, yo I had to do it |
| And it’s cool to duel but don’t slip up fool |
| Cause I’mma leave you dead and stinkin like a cesspool |
| And all the chicks know what’s goin on |
| Cause baby, there ain’t no sunshine when I’m gone |
| And you can beg for me to stay and parlay |
| But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay |
| See by nature I’m godly |
| When I touch the mic, it’s never too hard for me |
| To let out, a mass amount of mad clout |
| Huh, me and my Gang’s gonna swarm… Brainstorm |
| I’m gonna get ya |
| You might be bigger than me, so I’mma wet ya |
| Coming to your house to douse it with the |
| Molotov cocktail, I won’t fail |
| Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille |
| So what the fuck you gonna do? |
| Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I’m cuckoo |
| Come into my darkest, deepest thoughts |
| We fought I won, and now you’re caught and bein' tortured |
| Water pellets dripped upon your forehead |
| But you can’t move, because you’re tied up |
| Your time’s up… |