(Verse 1) (R.U.I.N.)
Must be video cameras I’m causing a scene/
Lost In dreams/ my style on parole, broke out of jail free/
Yeah yeah I’m on U of T/ and York Keele Campus map/
Rhyming lecture, yeah yeah this be for real and f*ck rap/
Listen, my position is Afghanistan/
No English, Soviet, Taliban or American/ goes
With every one of their intricate half-ass plans/ shows
That can ever make me move from where I’m standing/ woah!
I’m gonna seal your crypt/ deal with it/ read me like an
Wide Open book, too bad so sad you’re illiterate/
I’m the ballistic/ mystic/ every track I’m spitting is cryptic/
Except this/ accept it/ or I’ll take your wack record and wreck it! /
Act with knowledge/ cause y’all sure acknowledge/
I demolish/ like a Facebook status, there’s no dislike option/
I’ll Pop pimples on your brain/ while you’re simple and plain/
I hit the ground running hard while you’re limping away/
(Hook) (X2) (R.U.I.N.)
Brain or Braun? / My brain is Braun/
That G on E, that’s why he’s gone/
Didn’t catch the pun? / Spell it out/
My brain is braun, can’t sell it out/
(Verse 2) (Prince EA)
Every journalist I’m conversing with
Knows my verbiage is superfluous
I came from the firmament
Way before the birds and fish
My cursive script creates life, kinda like a hydrothermal vent
My deep literature reaches extreme temperatures
I don’t do autographs I leave my heat signature
Breath control like a rebreather its ridiculous
Sweet Jesus he brings demons and heat seeking Greek legions with each speech
And now you knee deep in it
Thinking im’ cheef keef, bleep bleep keep listening!
Im Deep like what’s beneath the sands of Egypt
Deeper than Stanton Friedman
Deeper than an amniocentesis on the fetus of Jesus
Deeper than Trina’s vaginal regions
It's so egregious they can't believe it
Ha…..well take your time and spell it out
My Brain is Braun Ill never sell it out
Must be video cameras I’m causing a scene/
Lost In dreams/ my style on parole, broke out of jail free/
Yeah yeah I’m on U of T/ and York Keele Campus map/
Rhyming lecture, yeah yeah this be for real and f*ck rap/
Listen, my position is Afghanistan/
No English, Soviet, Taliban or American/ goes
With every one of their intricate half-ass plans/ shows
That can ever make me move from where I’m standing/ woah!
I’m gonna seal your crypt/ deal with it/ read me like an
Wide Open book, too bad so sad you’re illiterate/
I’m the ballistic/ mystic/ every track I’m spitting is cryptic/
Except this/ accept it/ or I’ll take your wack record and wreck it! /
Act with knowledge/ cause y’all sure acknowledge/
I demolish/ like a Facebook status, there’s no dislike option/
I’ll Pop pimples on your brain/ while you’re simple and plain/
I hit the ground running hard while you’re limping away/
(Hook) (X2) (R.U.I.N.)
Brain or Braun? / My brain is Braun/
That G on E, that’s why he’s gone/
Didn’t catch the pun? / Spell it out/
My brain is braun, can’t sell it out/
(Verse 2) (Prince EA)
Every journalist I’m conversing with
Knows my verbiage is superfluous
I came from the firmament
Way before the birds and fish
My cursive script creates life, kinda like a hydrothermal vent
My deep literature reaches extreme temperatures
I don’t do autographs I leave my heat signature
Breath control like a rebreather its ridiculous
Sweet Jesus he brings demons and heat seeking Greek legions with each speech
And now you knee deep in it
Thinking im’ cheef keef, bleep bleep keep listening!
Im Deep like what’s beneath the sands of Egypt
Deeper than Stanton Friedman
Deeper than an amniocentesis on the fetus of Jesus
Deeper than Trina’s vaginal regions
It's so egregious they can't believe it
Ha…..well take your time and spell it out
My Brain is Braun Ill never sell it out
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