Gang Starr

Gang Starr - Brainstorm lyrics

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[Guru]
 One two checka  get  down and dirty
 and my sounds are worthy of respect
 So I'ma 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 emcee  you know a wuss emcee
 I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree
 Pick the vic, who will it be?
 [Guru *sings*]
 Your vote may hold the key
 It's up to you, tell us true
 Who'll be, herb of the day?
 [Guru]
 And your 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'ma take dough from em, and then stum em
 Teach em how to really get biz like this
 Me and my Gang's gonna swarm... Brainstorm
 "Get on it" --> DJ Premier flips it again
 [Guru]
 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'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool
 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 mastermind of mad clout
 Huh, me and my Gang's gonna swarm... Brainstorm
 "Get on it" --> DJ Premier displays turntablism skills
 [Guru]
 I'm gonna get ya
 You might be bigger than me, so I'ma wet ya
 Come into your house to douse it with the
 malatov 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
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Author: ?

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Publisher: Chrysalis Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

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