Canibus, Journalist - Stomp On Ya Brain lyrics
[Canibus, Journalist - Stomp On Ya Brain lyrics]
"If you can't walk the walk
" nah don't even try it
When I'm wired, I spit fire
And come stomp on your brain, brain, brain
Yo! What about Hip-Hop, is so interesting?
Emcees battle for respect, it's intensive
Spit rhymes while I shimmy up the cliff side
Before you ask why I'm trying to
Show you where Rip died
The questions give me more
Insight into your mind
Than those whack rhymes I hear
You reciting all the time
Restore and re-establish it, revive it
Revamp it
Refresh yourself with something organic
And mechanic verses be so strong they
Are generally interpreted wrong
Prompting corresponding responses from
The songs mr motherfucking Know-It-All
Bet you ten gold granola bars
I'm smarter than those fifth graders are
The writing technique is from
A lion headed beast
Sciatic nerve got me spitting automatic words
Ideas eliminated in the order
They were created
Amid speculative language about how
I even made it rebel without a cause
Spitting ten billion bars
To the cold corpse cellophane
Wrapped on the floor
There's more, I declare war, bomb 'em
Pound after pound I come stomp on 'em
We bite without barkin', you just a target
I shot darts and stomp on
Your brain in Doc Martins
With boats shoes, so crude, my pardon
Soon as the clock startin'
Show moves I got from old dudes
Who used to smoke Kools by the carton
Set fire to you, I'm the arson
Was clappin' at cats
Before they applauded for John Carson
Anybody with good sense, know the footprints
I'mma leave is from the Air Max 93s
'til everything you see is Siamese
I've been stomping since chicks from
Martin was buying reeds
We stomp on your cane, and sell it to niggas
The niggas stomp on your brain
Who wanna tangle with the black orangutan?
I came to bang, it ain't a thang
Name a name he'll be history
Nothing more than a mystery
A Stephen King novel
Either they ain't been watching or
They need a clean goggle
To follow the footsteps of the T Rex, detect
Whoever leap next from a speed
Jet without a parachute
Turn you into carrot soup troop
The duck-billed dino was eaten by
The eighty ton rhino a very long time ago
Soul, rock and roll, RTJ double oh
Now you know nigga, lock and load
How can I create the right
Sentence to help explain
How it feels when a whack
Emcee rhymes for Germaine?
Don't be a water brain
Make you spit your rhymes in quarantine
Put you up against War Machine
Sixty second rounds
Keep your metaphors clean
Sleepwalk when I dream, spit Listerine green
The Microphone Fiend on the scene
Call on them scream
He might break you off a sixteen
Laser beam lyrics coming at you
At an altered speed
The Altered Beast don't pause for the beat
This is lyrical law
You will be among the first to compete
To run, walk, or crawl over beats
The goal is too tall to reach
Can't touch the Spit Boss' feet
You pole vault into a wall of defeat
I love Biggie cause I know what he means
When he told you, "It was all a dream"
" nah don't even try it
When I'm wired, I spit fire
And come stomp on your brain, brain, brain
Yo! What about Hip-Hop, is so interesting?
Emcees battle for respect, it's intensive
Spit rhymes while I shimmy up the cliff side
Before you ask why I'm trying to
Show you where Rip died
The questions give me more
Insight into your mind
Than those whack rhymes I hear
You reciting all the time
Restore and re-establish it, revive it
Revamp it
Refresh yourself with something organic
And mechanic verses be so strong they
Are generally interpreted wrong
Prompting corresponding responses from
The songs mr motherfucking Know-It-All
Bet you ten gold granola bars
I'm smarter than those fifth graders are
The writing technique is from
A lion headed beast
Sciatic nerve got me spitting automatic words
Ideas eliminated in the order
They were created
Amid speculative language about how
I even made it rebel without a cause
Spitting ten billion bars
To the cold corpse cellophane
Wrapped on the floor
There's more, I declare war, bomb 'em
Pound after pound I come stomp on 'em
We bite without barkin', you just a target
I shot darts and stomp on
Your brain in Doc Martins
With boats shoes, so crude, my pardon
Soon as the clock startin'
Show moves I got from old dudes
Who used to smoke Kools by the carton
Set fire to you, I'm the arson
Was clappin' at cats
Before they applauded for John Carson
Anybody with good sense, know the footprints
I'mma leave is from the Air Max 93s
'til everything you see is Siamese
I've been stomping since chicks from
Martin was buying reeds
We stomp on your cane, and sell it to niggas
The niggas stomp on your brain
Who wanna tangle with the black orangutan?
I came to bang, it ain't a thang
Name a name he'll be history
Nothing more than a mystery
A Stephen King novel
Either they ain't been watching or
They need a clean goggle
To follow the footsteps of the T Rex, detect
Whoever leap next from a speed
Jet without a parachute
Turn you into carrot soup troop
The duck-billed dino was eaten by
The eighty ton rhino a very long time ago
Soul, rock and roll, RTJ double oh
Now you know nigga, lock and load
How can I create the right
Sentence to help explain
How it feels when a whack
Emcee rhymes for Germaine?
Don't be a water brain
Make you spit your rhymes in quarantine
Put you up against War Machine
Sixty second rounds
Keep your metaphors clean
Sleepwalk when I dream, spit Listerine green
The Microphone Fiend on the scene
Call on them scream
He might break you off a sixteen
Laser beam lyrics coming at you
At an altered speed
The Altered Beast don't pause for the beat
This is lyrical law
You will be among the first to compete
To run, walk, or crawl over beats
The goal is too tall to reach
Can't touch the Spit Boss' feet
You pole vault into a wall of defeat
I love Biggie cause I know what he means
When he told you, "It was all a dream"