s, he's the chief rocker Motown bound, C-Town, he likes to mingle Oochie coochie girls is the brains first single [MC Brains] Now a night wit the Brains
and dolla signs dance in they mind I love dat doe, but yall niggas love dat flow Man I don't love dat hoe All I see is cash flow Brains an occasional
rugged route And if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother out And that's the street scarred style I shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the
Verse One: Daz You find an MC like me who's strong Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets
paralysis, robo like Super Valkyrie My verbal alchemy blows you off the balcony I rock metaphors from here to Endor And stomp Ewok MC's like an AT-ST
performance More reinforcements are necessary Vocabulary slapped your capillaries Adversaries are buried and made imaginary in my stadium, homo sapien brains
cadavers through a catheter my methods baffle the medical profession by assessin bone density without the use dual photon absorption geometry My camraderie of biologically engineered MC
much sense spittin your venom As a cotton sweatshirt that says Nautica denim Break 'em off 7 [Chorus: 7L scratching] "Like I said before" "When I rhyme signed or unsigned MC
physics Now I take it to your chest piece like a bishop What is it? Shamus rippin' apart mental composites Diagnostic, caustic, I desposit Brains of rap
MC's come and MC's go But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow It's called the (Soul) (You know the deal) (Soul) (You know the deal) MC's
E. [Spice-1] Yeah smell me, yo five albums in the game, 500 Benzo in my name, five niggaz in a bucket, five zig-zags to the brain, to the greedy lil
from the frames givin to my brain Eyes photograph all my people and their pain Weak motherfuckers loosin and twist the game See some bullshit and blow out their own brain
little pill To take for your enjoyment, to get psychadelic I don't sell it I spill it out, and tell it so angelic My rap gat makes your brain splat Blow
sure your body's strapped in cause I'ma tailspin and you're liable to get thrown The bible is the microphone; I read from the scripture leave it up to you to see the pictures I hover above MC
care but Now it's not that simple Maybe I, should refrain And let the unimaginative, non-creative ones give me some brains Give me some brains SAY! Maybe
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] And his quick observation and active brain made him an ideal agent for gaining information. [Aceyalone
talent trend that'll never stop rising I've committed 42 crimes but I've never been to the jails I can still do my job even though I've killed all my brain
face Shoot the vampires in the face I said shoot the vampires in the face blow their brains all over the place I said shoot the vampires in the face blow their brains
