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Braille - Scatter Brain
(from the album Scatter Brain)
© copyright 2005

Over the world, yeah, hip hop in your speaker box
Can’t stop it

With no set release date, beat breaks, and samples
Braille on the rhymes, Bombay on the tables
Title track, vital signs in your vinyl crate
But wide awake when it’s late, cuz we love to create
Craze the flavor we favor, tailor-made for your boom box
I wouldn’t trade it for nothing, we didn’t train for nothing
So much time in the bedroom consumed practicing rapping and scratching
Now watch what happens when two worlds collide in the same galaxy
With a universal sound and (we’re down with the ?)
Underground and mainstream, let’s not stress how far it goes
We just love the art form, bring it from the soul
Surviving, lay it on the line, never hesitate
Success isn’t determined by how many CD’s we replicate
The current state of hip hop is past ? reprobate
Instead of complaining, we just rehabilitate

CHORUS:
(And that’s my steelo) (Use brains over muscle)
(Braille) (Mess up your whole) (thought pattern)
(Serious business) (Staying underground)
(Braille) (Making it east to see)
(And that’s my steelo) (Use brains over muscle)
(Braille) (Mess up your whole) (thought pattern)
(Serious business) (Staying underground)
(Braille) (Making it east to see)

This is sharp-shooting, dart spitting, transparent transmissions
Ambitious, rhyme vicious parable to cash fishing
Role playing, name saying, Braille Brizzy game changing
? that Goliath, not fame chasing
Violent flames blazing from the tip of my torch
Swallow it and illuminate in the darkest of wars
In this cipher I’m a sight to see, but I’m no Messiah
Just a messenger following true pillars of fire
They call me the illest, but that’s really just a nickname
The illest is the ones killing for the sake of the game
It happens on the streets and internationally
Eternal affairs got us sleeping with the enemy
And raising seeds, facing mazes with no exit signs
Every time I think about it, I start losing my mind
Stop it, my pockets are full of receipts and candy wrappers
Dues been paid, now prepare for the next chapter

CHORUS

Every track I’m spitting on classic, you can get it quick
When it’s me and Bombay, amateurs we send them home
Instantaneous with lessons from the craziest
Emcee, they catch Rex? and ZZ Top without their greatest hits
Play this on you’re A-list playlist, take it to the top
I can’t afford to pay for slots?, but if I got time, I’ll lace some drops
Radio, radio, read me but don’t copy sloppily
Pop me in rotation, give the tears, sweat, and mahogany
Probably ill enough to catch a shot just for killing it
Ya’ll used to be better than me, but you stopped being diligent
All you do nowadays is sit back and complain
And when I hear you on tracks, you complain with sounds
I’m still hungry even though my plate is full with work to do
My circle is never square and my God is always merciful
Worst of all, I’m not mad, I’m just flexing a little bit
Text for the illiterate, mos def legitimate

(Pay attention real close, we just begun) (Bad meeting you) (Give up)