[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
\n(Jokey, trap)
\nYeah (Yeah, yeah)
\nCheck me (Check me)
\nLook
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\n[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
\nSee I'm back and I'm havin' a ball (Uh-huh)
\nI don't rhyme with certain niggas, my seeds is nicer than y'all (Uh-huh)
\nLine you up with my fingers on triggers, please don't spike me to brawl (Yeah)
\nPut these bullets in holy water and wait for the almighty to call
\n(On speed dial) Yes y'all (Uh-huh, yes y'all)
\nYour ski mask niggas is ass that disguise my features in a shawl (Uh-huh)
\nBefore my physical got knowledge and selfless, government was Paul
\nThey told me to dress like what we comе from and had science to share with y'all (How's it going nigga?)
\nWhilе I share this talk from the heart, it was a time and an era
\nWhere it was cool for niggas to be smart morphed to a time of terror
\nWhere most you niggas just wanna spark, and light a L
\nAnd smoke on somebody's soul, stain in the dark
\nI'm smokin' on such and such, nigga (Uh-huh)
\nWhat type of gang is that?
\nNiggas, they misconstruin' it as literal
\nWhat type of slang is that? (Ha)
\nAnd while you wince in your barrows, throw someone up, bang it back
\nThe toughest talker will probably end up on a casket rack
\nAnd pushed aside the back of the hearse to Paul Bearer's hand's back
\nPossessed by the soul of the dead, who got answers for that?
\nThey line you up, fuck with your head, please don't fall in a trap
\nYou will lie in the bed that you make, slip and fall in a crack
\nI found my comfort in discomfort while most of you slack
\nAnd lock the game like Emon Shumpert while talkin' to facts
\nNiggas all should relax
\nNow let me continue to give you this jewelry
\nWhen I speak and walk away with these thoughts in the back
\nOf your head, nigga
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\n[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
\nThink deeper, I hope you ain't brain dead, nigga
\nI don't repeat, so I hope you heard what I said, nigga
\n
\n[Verse 2: Symba]
\nPenitentiary chances, record label advances
\nPredatorial practices keeping us from advancing
\nPut a price on your innocence, ignorance isn't fashion
\nEulogies in your captions, dying became a passion
\nThe internet converted corporations to a catfish
\nExaggerated status only validates your capping
\nCIG replaced the OGs, some of them stag niggas
\nThe examples that they set was modified to move us backwards
\nI'm on the phone with Busta Bust
\nWe chop it up 'bout so much that I can't discuss
\nI listen to him
\n'Cause every key he gave me opened doors I couldn't get into
\nA lot of y'all advice lack experience and principles
\nCame up off advantages of niggas you was livin' through
\nRan into some bread and got a bird and now it's pigeon food
\nNiggas playin' keep up, chasin' everything these bitches do
\nOkay, you got a Benz, I got a Benz
\nBut the difference is I drove every class, I'm the principal
\nDrop top, G-Wag, Louis Vuitton, ski mask
\nTuscan leather seats, I sink in them like bean bags
\nMy new bitch badass, off of the sea bass
\nShe stick to the code, that coochie came with a keypad
\nI bust down the bros to create barriers for niggas (Ay)
\nI pull up in that Gosha, it's gettin' scarier for niggas (Brr)
\nSee real Gs movin' silence like Wayne said
\nEveryone's a menace till you end up like Kane did
\nYou niggas brain dead
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\n[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
\nThink deeper, I hope you ain't brain dead, nigga
\nI don't repeat, so I hope you heard what I said, nigga
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\n[Outro: Stacy Barthe]
\nOoh, brain dead
\nI hope you niggas ain't brain dead
\nBrain dead
\nI hope you niggas feel what it said to her
\nBrain dead, ooh, brain dead, yeah\n\n
