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your brain on - xtracomplx & jester exodus lyrics lyrics

[intro: r.a. the rugged man]
these, uh, rap pages like tmz man
they, uh, whatever the celebrity
it’s more about being a celebrity, than being an mc
and that’s what hip+hop is today, to the media
hip+hop still exists today, but you have to search for it
and you have to be a true head, and you have to um
dig deep

[verse 1]
days of our lives with the walkman
barely even talked then/ (oh, hey guys)
stressin’ my dear mama
inside our old apartment/
get rich or die tryin’
was spinnin’ in my pocket/
the eminem show
on thе shelf under the chronic/ (hеre it is)
insane in the brain fourth grade
pac and b.i.g. fan/
friends listened to the new style
wasn’t a big fan/ (nope)
mass appeal will turn a
whack rapper to a rich man/
got my own fire put it on paper
like zig+zags/
bring back
all the greats that we love/
cause we got alotta shook ones
imitate to be thugs/ (p+ssy)
same topics sellin’ sh+t
they imitate to be drugs/
in need of some big changes
miss the l’s and the pun’s/ (r.i.p.)
high school commit stains
off of multiple plugs/
known to have sticky fingaz
hard to throw ya gunz/
figured soon i’d blow up
have a h+ll of a run/
til the sound of the police came
and i’m locked up/ +siren
[hook] (x2)
this is your brain on
hip+hop
thi+this is your brain on
hip+hop hip+hop/
this is this is your brain on
hip+hop
thi+this is your brain on
hip+hop hip+hop/

[verse 2]
stakes is high
days are passin’ me by/
life’s a b+tch when you gotta
protect yo neck to survive/ (tough)
gotta keep movin’ on and
keep on with another rhyme/
a few years passed by
was released in the summertime/
it was a good day, +birds
i was leavin’ the past/
had to get my sh+t together
my p.o. off my ass/
need to get my cream up
took a break from the rap/
it’s been a long time
but i’m still gifted with gab/ (yea)
literally watched hip+hop
shift into cr+p/
not that all of it’s bad it’s
just that all of it matches/ (clones)
can’t even tell which number
that i’m on in the track list/
the kids jump around
shake their gluteus max’s/
but guess who’s back
without me, the whole game would be whack kids/ (trash)
who put in work with others cause they find them attractive/
grown men referrin’ to themselves as a bad b+tch/
b+tches ain’t sh+t
remindin’ you whatta man is/
[hook] (x2)

[outro: dead prez] (x2)
hip+hop, hip+hop, hip+hop, hip
it’s bigger than/
hip+hop, hip+hop, hip+hop, hip
it’s bigger than/

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