Brainstorm / P.S.K. (Remix) Baghira (Ft. KRS-One, Lord Finesse & O.C.)

Letra de "Brainstorm/P.S.K. (Remix)"

[Verse 1: O.C.]
It’s like me against
Anyone, first full verse is spontaneous
Combustion thrusts me, no rapper can dust me
Bounced upon the scene with a theme, Word...Life
I cut fantasy out ‘cause I differ from a dream
Wisdom lies deep in my molecules, you assumed
I fell victim to hip hop blues—you’re way
Off, I stay on tour often, rocking spots on
The California coast, ranging on back to Boston
Enforcing my theory, leaving rappers teary-eyed
Fry most who came and thought they had stride
You accustomed to cussing and bluffing, fussing for nothing
Half of y’all crumbs are just soft like muffins, I bake
Masterpieces, sharper thesis. Y’all
Candy-coated motherfuckers stink like feces
Needless to say, are these running shoes yours?
You retreated when I gave out hit for wars
My microphone set is immensely brick-wall
Solid in and out. You slept, so now snore
Who got my back? You ask Lord and Blastmaster
Unorthodox, combinations from the masters
Mics I menace. When it’s finished, you get
An understanding of what we’re bringing: no gimmicks