Brainstorm / P.S.K. (feat. KRS-One & O.C.) [No Gimmicks Remix]

Now, we found out some time ago That if you take a whole group of really super bad dudes And hang 'em in together, they'll make some music Whether or not somebody else thought it was hip or not You know, they be OK, you dig? Somebody's gotta start it "Release the brainstorm to make somethin' kind of lyrical" "A strange form, somethin' kind of lyrical" "Blowin' up spots from state to state" O.C. is comin' to town "But you just can't wait" It's like me against anyone First full verse is spontaneous combustion Trust me, no rapper can dust me Bounced upon the scene with a theme, Word Life I cut fantasy out 'cause I differ from a dream Wisdom lies deep in my molecules You assumed I fell victim to hip-hop blues You're way off, I stay on tour often Rockin' spots on the California coast, rangin' on back to Boston Enforcin' my theory, leavin' rappers teary-eyed Fry most who came and thought they had stride You accustomed to cussin' and bluffin', fussin' for nothin' Half of y'all crumbs are just soft like muffins I bake masterpieces, sharper thesis Y'all candy-coated motherfuckers stink like feces Needless to say, are these runnin' shoes yours? You retreated when I gave out hit for wars My microphone set is immensely brick-wall Solid in and out, you slept so now snore Who got my back? You asked, Lord and Blastmaster Unorthodox combinations from the masters Mics I menace, when it's finished You get a understandin' of what we're bringin'; no gimmicks "Release the brainstorm to make somethin' kind of lyrical" "A strange form, somethin' kind of lyrical" "Blowin' up spots from state to state" Finesse is comin' to town "But you just can't wait" My decision is precision, I'm ill in ways you can't vision I got niggas worshippin' Lord Finesse like religion You can't fuck around, you're kiddin' You don't want no collision? You better fly south like a pigeon Good riddance, I'll flip flows you can't imagine I'll break down your Flintstone style into fragments So pay attention to the man rappin' Don't think that it can't, I'm livin' proof, it can happen I reign supreme logical, verbally I drop it in ways that you never dreamed possible So lyrically, I personally figure That my Harvard style is too deep for you nursery niggas When I clutch the mic, I'm comin' rough and right I build more than them workers on construction sites I'm skilled at it, I'm Illmatic So "Yes" answers your question if you ask me: Do I still have it? I'm the realest, the illest Comin' out the woodworks like them homos in the Village But, seriously, I got the remedy If I was at the bottom of the toilet, you niggas still couldn't shit on me Originally, it's the same vet I'm on that get-rich list, but they didn't call my name yet I'll make it special like a prom night, I bomb mics While other brothers are old news like Walter Cronkite It's critical, you got these Xerox individuals But, word life, it ain't nothin' like the original I'll wreck kids, that's my theory and perspective When it comes to hip-hop, I'm on the case like detectives You better step to the next man 'Cause the greatest soccer player couldn't kick it like Finesse can "Release the brainstorm to make somethin' kind of lyrical" "A strange form, something kind of lyrical" "Blowin' up spots from state to state" The Teacher's comin' to town "But you just can't wait" This is the scientific, extra-prolific, terrific, mystic Simplistic, metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric When you hear it or hear me runnin' through the scrimmages You see images affectin' your sight to make you go "Yo, there he is! Look, there he is!" No, here he is, rockin' your superiors in your hardest areas Your lyrical skills are inferior It's because your video that they cheer for ya I'll take care of ya, quickly 'cause I cannot take it Your weak head needs to be decapitated 'cause you fake it If your heart was caffeine, well, you're now decaffeinated You'll scream "Battle!", but it's the end of your career You anticipate it, I hate it Career ended, how splendid For whack emcees, I come doctor-recommended "Release the brainstorm to make somethin' kind of lyrical" "A strange form, somethin' kind of lyrical" "Blowin' up spots from state to state" Haha! You know what's up when Lord Finesse is up in the piece All you whack ass rappers better go rewrite your album O.C. in the house KRS in the house, yeah! New York style in the house, yeah! BDP crew in the house, yeah!