Stomp On Ya Brain

"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 tryin to show you where Rip died

The questions give me more insight into your mind

than them whack rhymes I hear you recitin 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

Prone to correspond their responses from the songs

Mr. Motherfuckin Know-It-All, bet you ten gold banola bars

I'm smarter then those fifth graders are

The writing technique is from a lion-headed beast

Sciatic nerve got me spittin automatic words

Ideas eliminated in the order they were created

amid specative language about how I even made it

Rebel without a cause, spittin 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

solemn leads is from the Air Max 93's

'til everything you see is Siamese

I've been stompin since chicks from Martin was buyin reeds

We stomp on your cane, and sell it to niggaz

The niggaz stomp on your brain

Who wanna tangle with the black orangutang?

I came to bang, it ain't a thang

Name a name he'll be history

Nothin more than a mystery, a Stephen King novel

Either they ain't been watchin 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 comin 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"

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