Letra de "Brainstorm/P.S.K. (Remix)"
[Verse 1: O.C.]
Itâs like me against
Anyone, first full verse is spontaneous
Combustion thrusts me, no rapper can dust me
Bounced upon the scene with a theme, Word...Life
I cut fantasy out âcause I differ from a dream
Wisdom lies deep in my molecules, you assumed
I fell victim to hip hop bluesâyouâre way
Off, I stay on tour often, rocking spots on
The California coast, ranging on back to Boston
Enforcing my theory, leaving rappers teary-eyed
Fry most who came and thought they had stride
You accustomed to cussing and bluffing, fussing for nothing
Half of yâall crumbs are just soft like muffins, I bake
Masterpieces, sharper thesis. Yâall
Candy-coated motherfuckers stink like feces
Needless to say, are these running shoes yours?
You retreated when I gave out hit for wars
My microphone set is immensely brick-wall
Solid in and out. You slept, so now snore
Who got my back? You ask Lord and Blastmaster
Unorthodox, combinations from the masters
Mics I menace. When itâs finished, you get
An understanding of what weâre bringing: no gimmicks
[Hook: Samples and Lord Finesse]
âRelease the brainstorm to make something kind of lyricalâ
âBlowing up spots from state to stateâ
Finesse is coming to town
âBut you just canât waitâ
[Verse 2: Lord Finesse]
My decision is
Precision, Iâm ill in ways you canât vision
I got n***as worshipping Lord Finesse like religion
You canât fuck aroundâyouâre kidding. You donât want no
Collision? You better fly South like a pigeon
Good riddance. Iâll flip flows you canât imagine
Iâll break down your Flintstone style into fragments
So pay attention to the man rapping, donât
Think that it canâtâIâm living proof it can happen
Iâll reign supreme logical, verbally
I drop it in ways that you never dreamed possible
So lyrically, I personally figure
That my Harvard style is too deep for you nursery n***as
When I clutch the mic, Iâm coming rough and right
I build more than them workers on construction sites
Iâm skilled at it, Iâm Illmatic
So âyesâ answers your question if you ask me: do I still have it?
Iâm the realest, the illest coming
Out the woodworks like them homos in the Village
But, seriously, I got the remedy. If I was at the
Bottom of the toilet, you n***as still couldnât shit on me
Originally, itâs the same the vet. Iâm on that
Get-rich list, but they didnât call my name yet
Iâll make it special like a prom night, Iâll bomb mics
While other brothers are old news like Walter Cronkite
Itâs critical. You got these Xerox individuals
But, word life, it ainât nothing like the original
Iâll wreck kidsâthatâs my theory and perspective
When it comes to hip hop, Iâm on the case like detectives
You better step to the next man
âCause the greatest soccer player couldnât kick it like Finesse can
[Hook: Samples and KRS-One]
âRelease the brainstorm to make something kind of lyricalâ
âBlowing up spots from state to stateâ
The Teachaâs coming to town
âBut you just canât waitâ
[Verse 3: KRS-One]
This is
The scientific, extra-prolific, terrific, mystic
Simplistic, metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric
When you hear it or hear me running through the scrimmages
You see images affecting your sight to make
You go, âYo, there he is! No, there he is!â No, here
He is, rocking your superiors in your hardest
Areas, your lyrical skills are inferior
Itâs because your video that they cheer for ya. Iâll take
Care of ya quickly âcause I cannot take it
Your weak head needs to be deca-
-pitated âcause you fake it. If your heart
Was caffeine, well, youâre now decaffeinated
Youâll scream âbattle,â but itâs the end of your
Career. You anticipate it, I hate it
Career ended, how splendid
For wack emcees, I come doctor-recommended
[Hook: Samples]
âRelease the brainstorm to make something kind of lyricalâ
âA strange form, something kind of lyricalâ
âBlowing up spots from state to stateâ
[Outro: KRS-One]
Haha! You know whatâs up when Lord Finesse up in the piece. All you wack ass rappers better go rewrite your album. O.C. in the house, KRS in the house. Yeah, New York style in the house, yeah. BDP crew in the house, yeah!