(Verse 1)
Right about now
Yo, fair to say Braintax is back
Though I been here a while operating the dat
Mixing down half the tracks since the new British classics
The reason heads buying home grown stay bra - sick (Hes back)
People ask whats the point of the name
So don’t ask me anymore cause im about to explain
It goes one, for the treble , two for the poor, and im Yorkshire to the bone
I don’t copy new York
Its all about being yourself in my world
This is monsoon funk with a twist of light
Skills deep , levels we attain are frightening on the beat
(not like feds on the street)
Don’t patrol your soul, got heart fifty kilo’s
Put thought in the track, and the point of the name
Is that we can all get busy if we use our brains
I love logic, is what I recommend to maintain
And stay sharp don’t follow the rest
I ain't drawing conclusions, im writing the test
And if you don’t wanna listen you can switch off ..
I can be just a party artist, but that’s not how I get the party started
Your brain is now in my tax bracket
5D, 1 to 3 D, rappers put on your flack jackets
Triple track, your vocal track, your still saying nader mate
I got lyrics and a bag of breaks
Industries a bag of snakes
Don’t judge me by the records I make
Must be sick, wrong in the head and carried away
I don’t know why I try so hard to please, I guess I feel compelled because Biro Funk was the shittt
(Hook)
In the studio again (Braintax is dat)
Monsoon funk, summer rain
Rap that you relate to daily
And I am what the Hip Hop made me
On your studio again
Theres drought with the rain
Rap that you relate to daily
And I am what the Hip Hop made me
(Verse 2)
Everybody wants a club beat to write a-side club banger classic
I’m like to hell with it, write some serious meaningful stuff and not be skint
Want to be the proof rapper sell with funk and truth
Lots of serious tracks to beat you round the head
That brings you subtly back, and not ignore it instead
Not to say im that rap style, forget it
Never be a gym monkey , begging warners for credit
So fuck major label move, when its time to set it
I’d be suck’in up to them if I did this for cash
Stay real, stay sellin
If you witness the past
You know im hippy in the brakes, then I zip right past
But I gas, pure jokes, want a laugh and a blast
Where my words in my grasp flow fluid
Like last verbs, real like fast curves
Im stuffed on the internet with too many passwords
You know this, my ex’s have good words for Joseph
Second LP, I hope my old teachers know, and F them
And kids learning from the underground lyricists
Old school, Joey Brains clasps the thunder now
Me and my new group of cynicists mention any rap
And maintain with the ethics like the force of star wars
And always saying something Low, a rapping work horse
(Hook)
In the studio again (Braintax is dat)
Monsoon funk, summer rain
Rap that you relate to daily
And I am what the Hip Hop made me
On your studio again
Theres drought with the rain
Rap that you relate to daily
And I am what the Hip Hop made me
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