Brain Cell-Cunninlynguists

Brain Cell - Cunninlynguists Cunninlynguists Brain Cell Lyrics (Verse 1: Deacon) You was manifested in an egg, developed in a womb Born out of a moon belly, first day of doom Crying out like you wanna be put back in there Maybe later in an incubator for more care Alone, get to your home and your cribs set Put behind bars and you ain't even lived yet On through the playpens, when will this fate end? Parents can't make rent, money from the safe spent Got building blocks out, making a house Mama with her cheese blocks setting traps for a mouse You watching her same loving hands that absorb pain, kill You're learning that life's more than a board game Still better line up the cubes in your rubix right Piece the puzzle together, there's holes in your views of life Only for sure thing is years, but you gotta fight Keep the wind to your right or hit the pen flying kites (Hook) Living in a world no different from a cell (4X) (Verse 2: Kno) Walk up the rectangle steps, take a seat on the bus Backpack, pack that sack meal for your lunch Four cornered blackboard makes you act bored No use paying attention, now you facing suspension So its back on the block and the calling you square try to get the label off but you're glued to the cable box Closed Caption clothes and fashion, so attractive As you lay on a box spring and old mattress Choices blocked off, childhood gone Just future cubicles and retirement homes But you can't see it happening, live savagely Only thing you put passion in is Zig-Zag packaging Swallow Oxycontins to find solace You need a fix so you hit some blockhead for his wallet But the gun jams and the cops come to take ya And now that bullet ain't the only thing thats caught up in a chamber (chamber) (Hook) (Verse 3: Natti) From a cellular phone to a cell on a phone Or trapped in confession seeking blessing trying to atone With no more casual pounds with the hand on the clock Now locked in city block working Lucifers Lot Down to box for success, is that true or is it not? In ya room coping with stress Smoking Kools from out that box Sh*t ain't cool, in detention no flinchin, that sh*t ain't school Cold sell for a quick sale, but April Fool! Now your case is on the docket to face a box of your peers And them bars they trying to take you to Won't nothing like Cheers Just years upon years, till your last box is near Without your participation incarceration ain't clear If the plots you got are flagrant It's best that you leave em vacant Cause there's cells in your mind, that'll free you everytime Even the tales thrown in these bars can't be confined Just be patient, nothing in life is by design (Hook)