| Song | Brain |
| Artist | Jungle Brothers |
| Album | Raw Deluxe |
| 作词 : Brown, DJ Sammy B, Grey, Hall ... | |
| [check it out, yo] (etc...) | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn't explain, couldn't explain | |
| You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn't explain, couldn't explain | |
| You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain | |
| {mike g} | |
| Explanation of the funk essential trapped in my brain, | |
| Couldn't do it, make me wonder how a world maintain | |
| Got emcees frontin total masquerade | |
| Screamin toast had to touch them up with my blade | |
| Cut is caught brothers still fallin to this day | |
| And all is face say why'd have to be this way? | |
| Five 'cent is the culture | |
| Make me pop you like a vulture | |
| Amplify my mic and let the rhyme take the clutcher | |
| The rains of thr rhythms with some boom boom cat | |
| Not enough to break your back, just so you react. | |
| My counteract's my counterpart | |
| Takin your heart | |
| You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked | |
| All i seeing and knowing is my business and i divide to multiply | |
| And give thanks to most high | |
| 24/7 brothers got to make a living | |
| Overcome the odds is the only decision | |
| Cast like my pawn with your third eye vision | |
| Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision | |
| Streets full of clowns trying to rob your part | |
| When the herb come knocking send them home with a not | |
| I got my house pumped | |
| Crunch a problem with my luck | |
| Coming soft to the hole and get your whole game stuffed | |
| As we sway the dance halls from heaven to hell, | |
| As the sun do shine, jbeez rock well. | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn't explain, couldn't explain | |
| You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain | |
| Yo dig it, | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn't explain, couldn't explain | |
| You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain | |
| {afrika} | |
| Cut you short and escort you to my innermost thoughts | |
| Dreams of fighting for my freedom in the most high courts | |
| But jump shots get blocked and dreams get shatterred | |
| And when the day turns night, souls get bruised and batterred. | |
| Cheap labor for a favor from your cotton picking neighbor, | |
| Got to work your ass off just to show you got flavor, | |
| Life savers won't help you when your breaking your back | |
| And uncle sam keep talking about rasing his tax | |
| I look at heaven and see myself rolling in seven or eleven | |
| So i can recoup this suit that i'm spending | |
| Pray to god with divine intervention all my life | |
| Repent for my sins because i don't want strife | |
| Release from contracts to make new contacts | |
| The game gets played but still remains the facts | |
| That i got to wake up and see the brood of charades | |
| 'cause i'm still living in the modern age slave trade | |
| Rapping on holy water, | |
| Looking for divine order | |
| Life goes on, but still the rhyme gets shorter | |
| Seal my fate, there's no escape | |
| But still i'm straight, | |
| I'm back on track, shaking off the dead weight | |
| The time has come, for me to free my soul | |
| Grab hold of my heart and take full control | |
| 'cause no matter what happens when times get hard, | |
| I still stand my ground and use the force of god | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn't explain, couldn't explain | |
| You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain | |
| Yo dig it, | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn't explain, couldn't explain | |
| You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain | |
| {sammy b} | |
| I'm about to shine like a dime, | |
| It's time to give me mine, | |
| My props, casue i'm about to take you to the top, | |
| Non-stop with the body rock | |
| I make you forget about your seat and start smiling | |
| Brothers buckwilding | |
| And jbeez is always styling | |
| We bring the raw, | |
| The real hardcore, | |
| Giving you more than what you bargained for | |
| Son, so your ass is best to run when | |
| You see me coming | |
| I'm taking it back to the essence, | |
| Soul tracks i'm blessing | |
| Pass the mic over here, | |
| So i can test it, | |
| Check one check two, | |
| We's about to set it, | |
| When the brothers rock the party, you'll never forget it, | |
| 'cause | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn't explain, couldn't explain | |
| You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain | |
| Yo dig it, | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn't explain, couldn't explain | |
| You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn't explain, i couldn't explain | |
| You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn't explain, i couldn't explain | |
| You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain |
| zuò cí : Brown, DJ Sammy B, Grey, Hall ... | |
| check it out, yo etc... | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn' t explain, couldn' t explain | |
| You wouldn' t understand, i couldn' t explain | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn' t explain, couldn' t explain | |
| You wouldn' t understand, i couldn' t explain | |
| mike g | |
| Explanation of the funk essential trapped in my brain, | |
| Couldn' t do it, make me wonder how a world maintain | |
| Got emcees frontin total masquerade | |
| Screamin toast had to touch them up with my blade | |
| Cut is caught brothers still fallin to this day | |
| And all is face say why' d have to be this way? | |
| Five ' cent is the culture | |
| Make me pop you like a vulture | |
| Amplify my mic and let the rhyme take the clutcher | |
| The rains of thr rhythms with some boom boom cat | |
| Not enough to break your back, just so you react. | |
| My counteract' s my counterpart | |
| Takin your heart | |
| You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked | |
| All i seeing and knowing is my business and i divide to multiply | |
| And give thanks to most high | |
| 24 7 brothers got to make a living | |
| Overcome the odds is the only decision | |
| Cast like my pawn with your third eye vision | |
| Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision | |
| Streets full of clowns trying to rob your part | |
| When the herb come knocking send them home with a not | |
| I got my house pumped | |
| Crunch a problem with my luck | |
| Coming soft to the hole and get your whole game stuffed | |
| As we sway the dance halls from heaven to hell, | |
| As the sun do shine, jbeez rock well. | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn' t explain, couldn' t explain | |
| You wouldn' t understand, i couldn' t explain | |
| Yo dig it, | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn' t explain, couldn' t explain | |
| You wouldn' t understand, i couldn' t explain | |
| afrika | |
| Cut you short and escort you to my innermost thoughts | |
| Dreams of fighting for my freedom in the most high courts | |
| But jump shots get blocked and dreams get shatterred | |
| And when the day turns night, souls get bruised and batterred. | |
| Cheap labor for a favor from your cotton picking neighbor, | |
| Got to work your ass off just to show you got flavor, | |
| Life savers won' t help you when your breaking your back | |
| And uncle sam keep talking about rasing his tax | |
| I look at heaven and see myself rolling in seven or eleven | |
| So i can recoup this suit that i' m spending | |
| Pray to god with divine intervention all my life | |
| Repent for my sins because i don' t want strife | |
| Release from contracts to make new contacts | |
| The game gets played but still remains the facts | |
| That i got to wake up and see the brood of charades | |
| ' cause i' m still living in the modern age slave trade | |
| Rapping on holy water, | |
| Looking for divine order | |
| Life goes on, but still the rhyme gets shorter | |
| Seal my fate, there' s no escape | |
| But still i' m straight, | |
| I' m back on track, shaking off the dead weight | |
| The time has come, for me to free my soul | |
| Grab hold of my heart and take full control | |
| ' cause no matter what happens when times get hard, | |
| I still stand my ground and use the force of god | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn' t explain, couldn' t explain | |
| You wouldn' t understand, i couldn' t explain | |
| Yo dig it, | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn' t explain, couldn' t explain | |
| You wouldn' t understand, i couldn' t explain | |
| sammy b | |
| I' m about to shine like a dime, | |
| It' s time to give me mine, | |
| My props, casue i' m about to take you to the top, | |
| Nonstop with the body rock | |
| I make you forget about your seat and start smiling | |
| Brothers buckwilding | |
| And jbeez is always styling | |
| We bring the raw, | |
| The real hardcore, | |
| Giving you more than what you bargained for | |
| Son, so your ass is best to run when | |
| You see me coming | |
| I' m taking it back to the essence, | |
| Soul tracks i' m blessing | |
| Pass the mic over here, | |
| So i can test it, | |
| Check one check two, | |
| We' s about to set it, | |
| When the brothers rock the party, you' ll never forget it, | |
| ' cause | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn' t explain, couldn' t explain | |
| You wouldn' t understand, i couldn' t explain | |
| Yo dig it, | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn' t explain, couldn' t explain | |
| You wouldn' t understand, i couldn' t explain | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn' t explain, i couldn' t explain | |
| You wouldn' t understand, i couldn' t explain | |
| I got so much funky shit inside my brain, | |
| I couldn' t explain, i couldn' t explain | |
| You wouldn' t understand, i couldn' t explain |