"Brainscan Exorcism" lyrics
(feat. Recognize Ali & Boob Bronx)
[Recognize Ali:]
Out of class with the best of 'em, me against ten of 'em
Let the chopper sound shatter clowns, burn the rest of 'em
The aura colorful, check the spectrum
You can dance with God or fall like the Nephilim
Yeah, Accra City holdin' it down
It's Black Hand Father Grenade controllin' your town
I heard an opp was jokin' around
His hair was missin' when they found them bullet holes in his scalp
Toma! Pray all my enemies pray for me
We're not in the same division, I play for The Major League
They may allege, even to scrap me, it ain't for free
All I do is for the win so the losin', it ain't for me
Factual and this the year of the sharpshooter
Niggas think they're whales, they ain't nothin' but charred tuna
You're gone sooner, I'm twistin' 'em all puta
Watch who you're testin', they catchin' a spark Ruger
[Boob Bronx:]
The higher ups got me, Alhamdulillah
I never make the radio, I'm off of the frontline
You get punched out your mind 'bout your punchline
Keep your radio unless you want it to sound like them
I'm higher level, they don't got it, we not eye level
Don't get shattered or tattered 'cause you love your voice
You just mad that it never mattered, mad as a bitch
I'ma laugh like it's part of the rules, fake as they jewels
I'm viejo chique, that's old news
Walkin' with my elbows, I ain't scuffin' shoes
Pullin' up that bar like I'm barkin' up the wrong street
My boots laced, I might fuck your mami, ho
I don't look my fuckin' age, fuck your ego
Nothing left to lose but the mind, body great
Yeah, enjoy me while I'm here, don't you fake the buzz
Oh yeah! I'm everything they was afraid I was (I am nigga!)
[Vinnie Paz:]
The ultraviolent official (I'm a king!)
A mixture of molten iron and nickel (Both of 'em!)
Multiply the acquittal (Everybody be tough!)
Palm trees and lullaby of the missile
There's resentment and he harbors some
His happiness was sealed with his martyrdom (Alhamdulillah!)
It's the reason that I be on my own
'Cause bein' around rats something we don't condone (No! No rats here!)
I can never borrow a snake
Join the Salah on the right side of the sheikh (Alhamdulillah!)
Dome is metropolitan, I buy me a stake
'Cause motherfucker's heads always have a problem with Jake
Watch your body and move
And that's word to Machine, Everybody Is F.O.O.D
It's a hundred rats stuffed in a wall
A drownin' man clutch at a straw
Out of class with the best of 'em, me against ten of 'em
Let the chopper sound shatter clowns, burn the rest of 'em
The aura colorful, check the spectrum
You can dance with God or fall like the Nephilim
Yeah, Accra City holdin' it down
It's Black Hand Father Grenade controllin' your town
I heard an opp was jokin' around
His hair was missin' when they found them bullet holes in his scalp
Toma! Pray all my enemies pray for me
We're not in the same division, I play for The Major League
They may allege, even to scrap me, it ain't for free
All I do is for the win so the losin', it ain't for me
Factual and this the year of the sharpshooter
Niggas think they're whales, they ain't nothin' but charred tuna
You're gone sooner, I'm twistin' 'em all puta
Watch who you're testin', they catchin' a spark Ruger
[Boob Bronx:]
The higher ups got me, Alhamdulillah
I never make the radio, I'm off of the frontline
You get punched out your mind 'bout your punchline
Keep your radio unless you want it to sound like them
I'm higher level, they don't got it, we not eye level
Don't get shattered or tattered 'cause you love your voice
You just mad that it never mattered, mad as a bitch
I'ma laugh like it's part of the rules, fake as they jewels
I'm viejo chique, that's old news
Walkin' with my elbows, I ain't scuffin' shoes
Pullin' up that bar like I'm barkin' up the wrong street
My boots laced, I might fuck your mami, ho
I don't look my fuckin' age, fuck your ego
Nothing left to lose but the mind, body great
Yeah, enjoy me while I'm here, don't you fake the buzz
Oh yeah! I'm everything they was afraid I was (I am nigga!)
[Vinnie Paz:]
The ultraviolent official (I'm a king!)
A mixture of molten iron and nickel (Both of 'em!)
Multiply the acquittal (Everybody be tough!)
Palm trees and lullaby of the missile
There's resentment and he harbors some
His happiness was sealed with his martyrdom (Alhamdulillah!)
It's the reason that I be on my own
'Cause bein' around rats something we don't condone (No! No rats here!)
I can never borrow a snake
Join the Salah on the right side of the sheikh (Alhamdulillah!)
Dome is metropolitan, I buy me a stake
'Cause motherfucker's heads always have a problem with Jake
Watch your body and move
And that's word to Machine, Everybody Is F.O.O.D
It's a hundred rats stuffed in a wall
A drownin' man clutch at a straw
