GANG STARR, BRAINSTORM Letras de Canciones

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Get on it
Get on it
Get on it
Get on it, get on it

One two checka, get, down and dirty
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'
Comin' straight out of Brooklyn, bald head from the old school
Born to rule with more class than Billy Dee
To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee

I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin' spree
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 stum 'em, teach 'em
How to really get biz like this
Me and my gang's gonna swarm, brainstorm

Get on it
Get on it
Get on it

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
Me and my gang's gonna swarm, brainstorm

Get on it
Get on it
Get on it
Get on it

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 malatov 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