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Track: Locc 2 Da Brain
Artist: Brotha Lynch Hung
Album: Season of Da Siccness: The Resurrection

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Name: Brotha Lynch Hung
Spotify Genres: horrorcore, west coast hip hop, gangster rap, g-funk
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Brotha Lynch Hung (born Kevin Mann) is a rapper from Sacramento, California. Lynch's lyrics are notorious for featuring highly explicit themes, including murder, gang violence, drug use, rape, and cannibalism. Lynch debuted with the 1992 album 24 Deep, which featured stories of the struggles involved with being affiliated with a local street gang in Sacramento's "Garden Blocc". He hooked up with Master P for 24 Deep, but then went out on his own for 1995's Season of da Siccness. Mann worked on production for Master P's I'm Bout It, E-40's Southwest Riders, and Mr. Serv-On's Life Insurance before turning back to his own career. Loaded, followed in 1997. EBK4 followed in winter of 2000 and both Blocc Movement and Virus appeared the next summer in 2001. 2005 was less busy, with Appearances: Book 1 being released in the spring and the Plague DVD following it that summer. Season of da Siccness proved to be the one of the most gruesome and misogynistic gangsta rap albums ever released, graphically chronicling a life of drug use and sale, promiscuity, ultra-violence, rape, infanticide (he often spoke of eating and killing his baby momma's children while still in the womb), and supposed cannibalism. This is Lynch's most commercially successful album, as it has now achieved gold album sales status. Lynch has also become somewhat of an in-demand featured artist, his guest appearances now numbering in the triple digits. Artists Lynch has collaborated with include E-40 , MC Eiht, Tech N9ne, Master P, Snoop Dogg, Yukmouth, Explicit and C-Bo.

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Release: Brotha Lynch Hung - Season Of Da Siccness (The Resurrection)
Year: 1995
Genres: Hip Hop
Styles: Gangsta, G-Funk, Horrorcore

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(feat. Baby Reg, Baby X, Big Dan, Mr. Doc)
[Verse 1: Baby X-Rated Locc]
Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
On that insane tip E-B-K everyday
The block-style bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side going Both ways,
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways

[Chorus: x2]

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Locc to da brain...

[Verse 2: Big Dan]
Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the lights there them niggas go
Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low,
A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool
So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good,
I suggest you hide

[Chorus: x1]

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

[Verse 3: Mr. Doc]
Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this
Back with tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit
When they get lit up on they turf
So move on with they life one even left
That since that time I haven't heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?
Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's
So nigga fuck it, i'll do it like your ass is dead
And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell
I'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch
Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch
So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging
L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't play that way
See your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor
And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart
And now it is said and what was said
Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass

[Chorus: x2]

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

[Verse 4: Baby Reg]
See I was standing in the middle of a circle cuz' a nigga is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a jack move
The only thing on my mind
Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters want with me?
They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms
But i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal
I'm standing all alone in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on niggas and watching every muther fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride
Cuz' when I ride it's always locc to da brain

[Chorus: x2]

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit
the night Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
EBK everyday until the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrum
A couple of hits from the purple spliff
and I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang
Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live
Cuz' where I'm from we rockin up on em'
bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through your set hit the stop
Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C's
Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now
Rest in peace

[Chorus: x4]

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way