Brain Machine

Kill me kill me kill me kill me
Cuz i don’t wanna sit through this anymore
Kill me kill me kill me kill me
Cuz I don’t wanna live through this anymore
You know it ain’t nothin' but a lil' bit of that and
A little bit of this
Mix it in the vat and
Ya get a lil bitty rabbit
Ya pull it out the hat
And they pay you all the cash that you ask
You turnpike magicians
With so much pity
I learnt my position
And i’ve known my enemies
And you are no such nemesis
I still owe you recompense
(and your flow’s still second-best)
Better get some oxypads for those blemishes
Do not be mad I’m better than
You I’m inevitable and bull-headed enough to pull it off better off dead
Meta-philosophical medical school
Level prepped for your head
Cuz the professor don’t fuck around
When it comes to adrenaline
The pressure builds up and
Bam!
Son of the son of sam
So when it’s summer sam
Go to the middle of the suburbs and
Pump this like your fucking jam
Just entered incredible mode
Step on those toes
Let me in
I’m ready to blow
Like B.I.G. was ready to die
This helicopflow
Is ready to fly
Lunch is over I am done with my humble pie
Motherfuckers try to hunch you over
Punk you so you’re undermined
Come up from right up under you
Smother you with a bunch of lies designed to crush your spine
Fuck it go doubletime
So guess… who?
I’m the best… new
Friend ya never made
Too late
You hated on me through grades
K through 12
Make yourself
Scarce
Cuz I’m comin' outta my shell
Screaming «turtle power»
'til the drum’s scared
Call me donatello
Cuz I’m a renaissance man
I keep the microphone held in my honest hand
These cuts are flawless gemstones
In my hourglass
And when all the sand
Gets to the bottom
Paint it all black
Awwww… I'm the brain machine
Awwww… come play with me
Awwww… I'm the brain machine
Awwww… come play with me
See I won’t rest 'til I got my own wind machine
And my own fog machine
This is not a dream
I am about to cause a scene
Floss my teeth with my dirty laundry
Pawn my tv for a bong and a wii
«how you gonna play it?»
You ain’t the boss of me!
Steal cheerleaders from the varsity!
I’ma run for mayor so I can
Downsize the cops
Rappers want pussy
But I think outside the box
Wanna make hits not kids
Yeah someday I’ll find a nice lady and that’ll be it
'til then
Y’all can stay off my dick
Cuz i got some bombs to get dropped off at the box office quick
Well that is unless you’re
Awful awesome as shit
Then we can take a long walk with a bottle of Jim down a bottomless pit
Oh I know there I go again with another qualifier
Fuck all i’m a ball of fire
Like Dhalsim from Street Fighter 2
I stretch so best
Retire dudes
I’ll pay the checks on the pension if you promise to leave writing
Oooooh… I'm the brain machine
Awwww… come play with me
Awwww… I'm the brain machine
Awwww… come play with me
Come play with me baby
I need a playmate