Brainstorm
Gang Starr - Topic Lyrics
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And my sounds are worthy of respect
So I'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover
Chumps pass the mic over
Growin' more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin'
Comi'n straight out of Brooklyn, baldhead from the old school
Born to rule with more class than Billy Dee
To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee
Pick the vic, who will it be?
Your vote may hold the key
It's up to you, tell us true
Who'll be, herb of the day?
And when you fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose
I'm like lethal, to you and your people
It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage
With the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough
So I'ma take dough from 'em, and then stun 'em
Teach 'em how to really get biz like this
Me and my Gang's gonna swarm, brainstorm
It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled
From any angle, as I get buck on ducks
All the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to
The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego
Some motherfuckers ain't as gifted
Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it
I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory
So don't stand next to me
It's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit
You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick
To the pavement, no signs of body movement
See I knew it, yo I had to do it
And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool
'Cause I'ma leave you dead and stinkin' like a sesspool
And all the chicks know what's goin on
'Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone
And you can beg for me to stay and parlay
But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay
See by nature I'm godly
When I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me
To let out, a mastermind of mad clout
Huh, me and my Gang's gonna swarm, brainstorm
I'm gonna get ya
You might be bigger than me, so I'ma wet ya
Come into your house to douse it with the
Molatov cocktail, I won't fail
Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille
So what the fuck you gonna do?
Yeah I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo
Come into my darkest deepest thoughts
We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein' tortured
Water pellets dripped upon your forehead
But you can't move, because you're tied up
Your time's up
The lyrics to Gang Starr's song "Brainstorm" are about the power of the rapper's words and the impact they have on his listeners. In the first verse, the rapper boasts about his skills and warns other rappers that they will be no match for him when he takes the stage. He also challenges the audience to decide who will be the "herb of the day," indicating that he has the power to control their perceptions and opinions.
In the second verse, the rapper goes even further, declaring that he has the ability to take down anyone who stands in his way, regardless of their size or status. He describes himself as a force of nature and suggests that his absence from the stage will leave a void that cannot be filled. The overall message seems to be that the rapper is in complete control of his art and that he uses it to assert his dominance over others.
The lyrics of "Brainstorm" reflect the aggressive, confrontational style of Gang Starr's music, which was popular in the early 1990s. The group was known for blending jazz samples with hard-hitting beats and socially conscious lyrics. The song is a good example of their style and helped to establish them as one of the most innovative and respected groups of their time.
Line by Line Meaning
One two checka, get, down and dirty
I'm starting to rap and it's going to be raw and unfiltered
And my sounds are worthy of respect
I am a talented rapper
So I'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover
I'm going to start rapping like it's a hostile takeover
Chumps pass the mic over
Less talented rappers should get off the stage
Growin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin
Less talented rappers are intimidated by my skills
Comin straight out of Brooklyn, baldhead from the old school
I'm from Brooklyn and represent an old school style of rap
Born to rule with more class than Billy Dee
I am a born leader with class and style
To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee
I am superior to a weak rapper
I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree
I'm a rapper's worst nightmare when I'm at the top of my game
Pick the vic, who will it be?
I am challenging other rappers to step up and battle me
Your vote may hold the key
The audience will ultimately decide who is the best rapper
It's up to you, tell us true
It's up to the audience to judge
Who'll be, herb of the day?
Who will be the weakest rapper out there?
And your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose
If you are a fake rapper, you will break under pressure and lose
I'm like lethal, to you and your people
I am a danger to other rappers and their fans
It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage
It's a disgrace when weak rappers perform in public
With the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough
Even though their performance is weak, they still make money
So I'ma take dough from em, and then stum em
I'm going to take their money and show them how it's really done
Teach em how to really get biz like this
I'm going to teach them how to be successful rappers
Me and my Gang's gonna swarm, Brainstorm
My gang and I are going to collaborate and come up with great rhymes
It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled
It takes two rappers to battle, and I'm going to win
From any angle, as I get buck on ducks
I can beat any opponent, no matter how they approach the battle
All the sexy girlies wanna push up close to
Women are attracted to me because of my talent
The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego
I have the most talent, but I'm not arrogant about it
Some motherfuckers ain't as gifted
Some rappers are not as talented as I am
Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it
Not every rapper can get the crowd excited
I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory
I'm fast and accurate with my rhymes
So don't stand next to me
Don't try to battle me because I will win
It's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit
It feels good when I win a rap battle
You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick
You made a mistake and I won
To the pavement, no signs of body movement
The defeated rapper lies motionless on the ground
See I knew it, yo I had to do it
I knew I was going to win and had to prove it
And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool
It's fun to battle other rappers, but don't make a mistake
Cause I'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool
I'm going to defeat you so badly that you feel terrible
And all the chicks know what's goin on
Women are attracted to me because of my talent
Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone
When I'm not around, things aren't as exciting
And you can beg for me to stay and parlay
You may want me to stay and hang out
But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay
Sorry, but I have to go because I have bills to pay
See by nature I'm godly
I am naturally gifted at rapping
When I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me
I am comfortable rapping and it comes easy to me
To let out, a mastermind of mad clout
I am releasing my powerful rhymes
Huh, me and my Gang's gonna swarm... Brainstorm
My gang and I are going to come up with incredible rhymes together
I'm gonna get ya
I am going to defeat you
You might be bigger than me, so I'ma wet ya
You may appear to be better than me, but I'm going to defeat you
Come into your house to douse it with the
I'm going to defeat you in your own territory
Malatov cocktail, I won't fail
I'm going to use an explosive weapon to defeat you
Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille
I'm going to defeat you in a painful way and leave evidence of my victory
So what the fuck you gonna do?
What are you going to do about it?
Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo
I used to be more chill, but now I'm amped up and intense
Come into my darkest deepest thoughts
I'm going to reveal my most intense and powerful rhymes
We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured
I beat you in the rap battle and now you're struggling to recover
Water pellets dripped upon your forehead
I'm torturing you by dripping water on your face
But you can't move, because you're tied up
You're unable to defend yourself because you're restrained
Your time's up
You're out of time, you've lost the battle
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Keith Elam, Christopher E Martin, Christopher Martin
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