- Song Name: Brain [Refugee Camp Mix]
- Artist Name: Jungle Brothers
- Album: Jungllenium Remixes
- Songwriters: Ahmir K. Thompson, James Gray, L. Hubbard, M Brown, Michael Small, Nathaniel Phillip Hall, Samuel Burwell, T Trotter, Tarik L. Collins
- Release Date: 2000.03.28
- Label: Gee Street
LYRICS FOR "Brain [Refugee Camp Mix]"
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I got so much funky s*** inside my brain
I couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand
I got so much funky s*** inside my brain
I couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand
Explanation of the funk essential trapped in my brain
Couldn't do it
Got emcees frontin' total masquerade
Screamin' toast had to touch them up with my blade
Cut is caught brothers still fallin' to this day
And all is face say why'd have to be this way?
Five cent is the culture
Amplify my mic and let the rhyme take the clutcher
The rains of the rhythms with some boom
Not enough to break your back
My counter act's my counterpart takin' your heart
You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked
All I seeing and knowing is my business and I divide to multiply
And give thanks to most high
Overcome the odds is the only decision
Cast like my pawn with your third eye vision
Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision
Streets full of clowns trying to rob your part
When the herb come knocking send them home with a not
I got my house pumped
Coming soft to the hole and get your whole game stuffed
As we sway the dance halls from heaven to hell
As the sun do shine
I got so much funky s*** inside my brain
I couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand
Yo dig it
I got so much funky s*** inside my brain
I couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand
Cut you short and escort you to my innermost thoughts
Dreams of fighting for my freedom in the most high courts
But jump shots get blocked and dreams get shattered
And when the day turns night
Cheap labor for a favor from your cotton picking neighbor
Got to work your ass off just to show you got flavor
Life savers won't help you when your breaking your back
And Uncle Sam keep talking about raising his tax
I look at Heaven and see myself rolling in seven or eleven
So I can recoup this suit that I'm spending
Pray to god with divine intervention all my life
Repent for my sins because I don't want strife
Release from contracts to make new contacts
The game gets played but still remains the facts
That I got to wake up and see the brood of charades
'Cause I'm still living in the modern age slave trade
Rapping on holy water
Life goes on
Seal my fate
I'm back on track
The time has come
Grab hold of my heart and take full control
'Cause no matter what happens when times get hard
I still stand my ground and use the force of God
I got so much funky s*** inside my brain
I couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand
Yo dig it
I got so much funky s*** inside my brain
I couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand
I'm about to shine like a dime
My props 'cause I'm about to take you to the top
Non-stop with the body rock
I make you forget about your seat and start smiling
Brothers buck wilding and JBeez is always styling
We bring the raw
Giving you more than what you bargained for
Son
I'm taking it back to the essence
Pass the mic over here
Check one check two
When the Brothers rock the party
'Cause I got so much funky s*** inside my brain
I couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand
Yo dig it
I got so much funky s*** inside my brain
I couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand
I got so much funky s*** inside my brain
I couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand
I got so much funky s*** inside my brain
I couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand
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