Brain Dead

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

(Jokey, trap)

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Check me (Check me)

Look

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

See I'm back and I'm havin' a ball (Uh-huh)

I don't rhyme with certain niggas, my seeds is nicer than y'all (Uh-huh)

Line you up with my fingers on triggers, please don't spike me to brawl (Yeah)

Put these bullets in holy water and wait for the almighty to call

(On speed dial) Yes y'all (Uh-huh, yes y'all)

Your ski mask niggas is ass that disguise my features in a shawl (Uh-huh)

Before my physical got knowledge and selfless, government was Paul

They told me to dress like what we comе from and had science to share with y'all (How's it going nigga?)

Whilе I share this talk from the heart, it was a time and an era

Where it was cool for niggas to be smart morphed to a time of terror

Where most you niggas just wanna spark, and light a L

And smoke on somebody's soul, stain in the dark

I'm smokin' on such and such, nigga (Uh-huh)

What type of gang is that?

Niggas, they misconstruin' it as literal

What type of slang is that? (Ha)

And while you wince in your barrows, throw someone up, bang it back

The toughest talker will probably end up on a casket rack

And pushed aside the back of the hearse to Paul Bearer's hand's back

Possessed by the soul of the dead, who got answers for that?

They line you up, fuck with your head, please don't fall in a trap

You will lie in the bed that you make, slip and fall in a crack

I found my comfort in discomfort while most of you slack

And lock the game like Emon Shumpert while talkin' to facts

Niggas all should relax

Now let me continue to give you this jewelry

When I speak and walk away with these thoughts in the back

Of your head, nigga

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

Think deeper, I hope you ain't brain dead, nigga

I don't repeat, so I hope you heard what I said, nigga

[Verse 2: Symba]

Penitentiary chances, record label advances

Predatorial practices keeping us from advancing

Put a price on your innocence, ignorance isn't fashion

Eulogies in your captions, dying became a passion

The internet converted corporations to a catfish

Exaggerated status only validates your capping

CIG replaced the OGs, some of them stag niggas

The examples that they set was modified to move us backwards

I'm on the phone with Busta Bust

We chop it up 'bout so much that I can't discuss

I listen to him

'Cause every key he gave me opened doors I couldn't get into

A lot of y'all advice lack experience and principles

Came up off advantages of niggas you was livin' through

Ran into some bread and got a bird and now it's pigeon food

Niggas playin' keep up, chasin' everything these bitches do

Okay, you got a Benz, I got a Benz

But the difference is I drove every class, I'm the principal

Drop top, G-Wag, Louis Vuitton, ski mask

Tuscan leather seats, I sink in them like bean bags

My new bitch badass, off of the sea bass

She stick to the code, that coochie came with a keypad

I bust down the bros to create barriers for niggas (Ay)

I pull up in that Gosha, it's gettin' scarier for niggas (Brr)

See real Gs movin' silence like Wayne said

Everyone's a menace till you end up like Kane did

You niggas brain dead

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

Think deeper, I hope you ain't brain dead, nigga

I don't repeat, so I hope you heard what I said, nigga

[Outro: Stacy Barthe]

Ooh, brain dead

I hope you niggas ain't brain dead

Brain dead

I hope you niggas feel what it said to her

Brain dead, ooh, brain dead, yeah