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    Jungle Brothers

    Brain

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    Added 20 February 2008 user AND1

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    Lyrics Brain
    [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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