Brainstorm

Lyrics

[Verse: Latee] Now when I get a brainstorm better run for shelter Yo, it's not my fault if ya caught 'cause ya felt a First drop but that was just a warning Now before I stepped in the crowd was yawning You're stalling, falling sleep ya must've been Better wake up and ya feel a strong gust of wind 'Cause at times I am the light that shines With knowledge to generate intelligent minds But then sometimes I feel gloomy and gray Where no same, intelligent minds fall stray But why waste time on the snowflakes When I can rock the flavorful styles with the King on a slow break You heard my tapes and now you know Lyrically I estimate more power than Hurricane Hugo Batten your hatches and practice Concealing the shake, ya vibrate when the DJ scratches Perhaps I might collapse, fall in the laps Of the saps who lack but think they rock the ruggedest raps Poor chaps who came to dap need to chill Or get kicked in the grill with the back of my boot heel Yo I get heated, I get hot now I'm burning up You wonder why the dead bodies keep turning up 'Cause brothers die when they test the La Ended up on their backs flat facing the sky I let the lightning strike with the mic And loosen up your voltage up to a thousand volts I'm coming, just like a cyclone to slay ya And I'll blast you through the hole in the ozone layer Sky's the limit, comin' with no tricks or games No sellouts and no gimmicks I come ready to rip shit But brothers be boasting and bragging Ain't it funny how they flip shit? I got flavor come and smell the aroma Then take the gymnastics, flip your ass back to Barcelona Along with a wack song to serve me Bad boys from Jersey'll show ya no mercy Now the clouds they symbolizin' the crowds That gather when I pump up my music loud Filled with energy, 'bout to burst When it rains it pours and when it pours it's a dope verse It's gonna rain check the forecast I'm talking 'bout pain So you better haul ass with your small [?] Or get trapped in the storm Once again it's on I'll be like the king that snatched the pawn Whenever rappers wanna rumble, I remain humble And I don't bite the bait like some do But some scrub, some queer wanna be heard And what occurred was my skills displayed on the curb I went first like a sunburst After one verse I scorched him And left cracks and quakes in the Earth That lost him, he tried to predict my next rhyme That cost him he's the type who likes yelling when he rhymes So often, I run into kids out on the street Who souped-up and backed by a couple of peeps One would beatbox, the other would scream all in my ear That's when ideas start to hit me I wonder how far should I go back I still kick the flavor [?] enough niggas know that Simplistic, original styles that I deliver Artistic, I rest five miles across the river Out in Jersey, conditions getting critical So peace out to digital and also my physical Def Jef all the rest I can't forget Taheed and Jam plus the rest from the L.E.S A.D., Nikki D, Daquan, to the God Lak Shabazz Cee Justice and [?] Paul Ramsey can do Peace to my man Big [?] and the rest of the Flavor U Phil Chill, [?], 45 King Give me your wiz so [?] in full swing Alibaski sippin' on Asti Double X and the rest of the posse Chill Rob, [?] [?] down with the punter, the Illtown mob Hit it!