Brainstorm

[Chorus]

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[Verse 1: Guru]

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 MC, you know, a wuss MC

I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killing 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 when you 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

Brainstorm

[Chorus]

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[Verse 2: 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 cesspool

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 mass amount of mad clout

Huh, me and my gang's gonna swarm

Brainstorm

[Chorus]

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[Verse 3: Guru]

I'm gonna get ya

You might be bigger than me, so I'ma wet ya

Coming to your house to douse it with the Molotov 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