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Brainstorm

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Brainstorm was released on March 8, 1994 by Virgin Records as a part of the album Hard to Earn

Song Details

AlbumHard to Earn

Release DateMarch 8, 1994

LabelVirgin Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM99

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Guru

Vocals

Mikey Dread

Sampled Artist

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Keith Elam

Songwriter

Chris Martin

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ Premier

Producer

Eddie Sancho

Engineer

Tony Dawsey

Mastering Engineer

Guru

Producer

David Carpenter

David Carpenter

Assistant Engineer

Joe Quinde

Assistant Engineer

Luc Allen

Assistant Engineer

Luis Tineo

Assistant Engineer

Max Vargus

Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

One, two, check, I 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?

Your vote may hold the key

It's up to you, tell us true

Who'll be, herb of the day?

And you're 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 son 'em

Teach 'em how to really get biz like this

Me and my Gang's gonna swarm (Swarm)

Brainstorm

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 (Swarm)

Brainstorm

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?

Yeah, 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

Written by: Chris Martin, Keith Elam

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