Defari - Cookin' Up Your Brain lyrics

[Intro] Move it forward. Move ahead [Verse One] I rock fatigues but I don't glorify warfare I need comfort stability, survival wear I see everyday struggle Word to Xzibit, lift, build muscle I hustle And broaden my horizons Stay focused to the point of the chin like Tyson Get live like a dunk on a big man by Allen Iverson Hold up, wait a minute, pause, check the stat Words to James Brown, I say it loud I'm proud to be black Whoever said that "knowledge on wax is played out." Played themselves They're soon to fade out Way out Out into oblivion They come a dime a dozen, artificial like silicon While I'm low like James Bond At a bench on the lawn Reading books like Wretched Of The Earth by Frantz Fanon So if you live a lie may the truth set you free Cause soon a day will come when we rise, it's all prophecy [Hook] {x2} Without knowledge of self you got no clue so I must "Run through, Hard Boil you" - Capone N Noreaga 'Parole Violators' Cooking up your brain you remain blind to what's brand new So I must "Run through, Hard Boil you" "Back with more hot sh**" - Mobb Deep 'Hell On Earth' [Verse Two] See too many brothers I meet wanna be buddies Get drunk and burn skunk but they don't wanna study Instead when they talk they're think they heavy like lead But in reality, kid's knowledge base be like a thread Minimal With no foundation in the spiritual Destroying they physical becomes a lifelong ritual Now don't get me wrong ain't nothing wrong with a drink But what's wrong is when a n***a just drink and don't think About the change Raped of language and names Master Johnson's is the plantation where I must've slaved In the former life Cause that's my last name I love my pops But still bare a tag of shame Maybe you can't understand the strength of the motherland Cause you've been tricked with the teachings Developed by the other man, brother man It's never too late to set your mind state straight Knowledge is key We struggle then there's victory [Hook] [Verse Three] n***as rhyme about guns and cheese Tons and keys They self incriminate on tapes, wax and CD's No need for video surveillance Cause all one time gotta do is buy your tape And start playing it Unless it's all made up type fiction Have you forgotten that young minds listen? And duplicate? Oh you that brother likes to glorify jail time Instead of dropping gems to uplift the black youth's mind Now who's to blame when the devil control's the game? That the black people play for this entertainment fame No one to blame but ourselves Instead of books Now we love to be crooks and glorify Hell Don't try to sell me that bullsh** Cause with knowledge I come equipped Too much pain in the past to forget About the lynchings The ships The leather whips n***as lie for luchi now-a-days and still get pimped [Hook] [Scratching] "I'm licking on your brain" - J-Live 'Bragging Writes'