| I got so much funky shit inside my brain
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| I couldn’t explain, couldn’t explain
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| You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain
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| I got so much funky shit inside my brain
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| I couldn’t explain, couldn’t explain
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| You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain
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| Explanation of the funk essential trapped in my brain
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| Couldn’t do it, make me wonder how a world maintain
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| Got emcees frontin total masquerade
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| Screamin toast had to touch them up with my blade
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| Cut is caught brothers still fallin to this day
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| And all is face say why’d have to be this way?
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| Five 'cent is the culture
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| Make me pop you like a vulture
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| Amplify my mic and let the rhyme take the clutcher
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| The rains of the rhythms with some boom boom cat
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| Not enough to break your back, just so you react
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| My counteract’s my counterpart
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| Takin your heart
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| You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked
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| All I seeing and knowing is my business and I divide to multiply
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| And give thanks to most high
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| 24/7 brothers got to make a living
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| Overcome the odds is the only decision
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| Cast like my pawn with your third eye vision
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| Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision
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| Streets full of clowns trying to rob your part
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| When the herb come knocking send them home with a not
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| I got my house pumped
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| Crunch a problem with my luck
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| Coming soft to the hole and get your whole game stuffed
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| As we sway the dance halls from heaven to hell
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| As the sun do shine, JBeez rock well
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| I got so much funky shit inside my brain
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| I couldn’t explain, couldn’t explain
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| You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain
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| Yo, dig it
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| I got so much funky shit inside my brain
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| I couldn’t explain, couldn’t explain
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| You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain
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| Cut you short and escort you to my innermost thoughts
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| Dreams of fighting for my freedom in the most high courts
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| But jump shots get blocked and dreams get shatterred
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| And when the day turns night, souls get bruised and batterred
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| Cheap labor for a favor from your cotton picking neighbor
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| Got to work your ass off just to show you got flavor
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| Life savers won’t help you when your breaking your back
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| And Uncle Sam keep talking about rasing his tax
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| I look at heaven and see myself rolling in seven or eleven
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| So I can recoup this suit that I’m spending
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| Pray to god with divine intervention all my life
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| Repent for my sins because I don’t want strife
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| Release from contracts to make new contacts
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| The game gets played but still remains the facts
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| That I got to wake up and see the brood of charades
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| Cause I’m still living in the modern age slave trade
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| Sipping on holy water
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| Looking for divine order
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| Life goes on, but still the rhyme gets shorter
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| Seal my fate, there’s no escape
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| But still I’m straight
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| I’m back on track, shaking off the dead weight
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| The time has come, for me to free my soul
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| Grab hold of my heart and take full control
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| Cause no matter what happens when times get hard
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| I still stand my ground and use the force of God
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| I got so much funky shit inside my brain
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| I couldn’t explain, couldn’t explain
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| You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain
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| Yo, dig it
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| I got so much funky shit inside my brain
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| I couldn’t explain, couldn’t explain
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| You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain
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| I’m about to shine like a dime
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| It’s time to give me mine
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| My props, cause I’m about to take you to the top
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| Non-stop with the body rock
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| I make you forget about your seat and start smiling
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| Brothers buckwilding
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| And JBeez is always styling
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| We bring the raw
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| The real hardcore
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| Giving you more than what you bargained for
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| Son, so your ass is best to run when
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| You see me coming
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| I’m taking it back to the essence
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| Soul tracks I’m blessing
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| Pass the mic over here
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| So I can test it
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| Check one check two
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| We’s about to set it
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| When the Brothers rock the party, you’ll never forget it
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| 'Cause
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| I got so much funky shit inside my brain
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| I couldn’t explain, couldn’t explain
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| You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain
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| Yo, dig it
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| I got so much funky shit inside my brain
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| I couldn’t explain, couldn’t explain
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| You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain
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| I got so much funky shit inside my brain
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| I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t explain
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| You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain
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| I got so much funky shit inside my brain
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| I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t explain
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| You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain |