Brainstorm

[Verse: Latee]
Now when I get a brainstorm better run for shelter
Yo, it's not my fault if ya caught 'cause ya felt a
First drop but that was just a warning
Now before I stepped in the crowd was yawning
You're stalling, falling sleep ya must've been
Better wake up and ya feel a strong gust of wind
'Cause at times I am the light that shines
With knowledge to generate intelligent minds
But then sometimes I feel gloomy and gray
Where no same, intelligent minds fall stray
But why waste time on the snowflakes
When I can rock the flavorful styles with the King on a slow break
You heard my tapes and now you know
Lyrically I estimate more power than Hurricane Hugo
Batten your hatches and practice
Concealing the shake, ya vibrate when the DJ scratches
Perhaps I might collapse, fall in the laps
Of the saps who lack but think they rock the ruggedest raps
Poor chaps who came to dap need to chill
Or get kicked in the grill with the back of my boot heel
Yo I get heated, I get hot now I'm burning up
You wonder why the dead bodies keep turning up
'Cause brothers die when they test the La
Ended up on their backs flat facing the sky
I let the lightning strike with the mic
And loosen up your voltage up to a thousand volts
I'm coming, just like a cyclone to slay ya
And I'll blast you through the hole in the ozone layer
Sky's the limit, comin' with no tricks or game
No sellouts and no gimmicks
I come ready to rip it
But brothers be boasting and bragging
Ain't it funny how they flip shit?
I got flavor come and smell the aroma
It takes a gymnastics flip your ass back to Barcelona
Along with a wack song to serve me
Bad boys from Jersey'll show ya no mercy
Now the clouds they symbolizin' the crowds
That gather when I pump up my music loud
Filled with energy, 'bout to burst
When it rains it pours and when it pours it's a dope verse
It's gonna rain check the forecast
I'm talking 'bout pain
So you better haul ass with your small [?]
Or get trapped in the storm
Once again it's on
I'll be like the king that snatched the pawn
Whenever rappers wanna rumble, I remain humble
And I don't bite the bait like some do
But some scrub, some queer wanna be heard
And what occurred was my skills displayed on the curb
I went first like a sunburst
After one verse I scorched him
And left cracks and quakes in the Earth
That lost him, he tried to predict my next rhyme
That cost him he's the type who likes yelling when he rhymes
So often, I run into kids out on the street
Who souped-up and backed by a couple of peeps
One would beatbox, the other would scream all in my ear
That's when ideas start to hit me
I wonder how far should I go back
I still kick the flavor [?] enough niggas know that
Simplistic, original styles that I deliver
Artistic, I rest five miles across the river
Out in Jersey, conditions getting critical
So peace out to digital and also my physical
Def Jef all the rest
I can't forget Taheed and Jam plus the rest from the L.E.S
A.D., Nikki D, Daquan, to the God Lak Shabazz
Cee Justice and [?]
Paul Ramsey can do
Peace to my man Big [?] and the rest of the Flavor U
Phil Chill, [?], 45 King
Give me your wiz so [?] in full swing
Alibaski sippin' on Asti
Double X and the rest of the posse
Chill Rob, [?]
[?] down with the punter, the Illtown mob

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