Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brain , by - Jungle Brothers. Release date: 14.05.2003
Song language: English
Brain |
| 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 |
| 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 the 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 |
| 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 |
| Sipping 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 |
| I’m about to shine like a dime |
| It’s time to give me mine |
| My props, cause 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 essence |
| Soul tracks I’m blessing |
| Pass the mic over here |
| So I can test it |
| Check one check two |
| We’s about to set it |
| When the Brothers rock the party, you’ll never forget it |
| 'Cause |
| 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 |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain |
| I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t explain |
| You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain |
| I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t explain |
| You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain |