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Track: Brain
Artist: Jungle Brothers
Album: Dôme Ibiza - The Chill-Out Session, Vol. 2

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Name: Jungle Brothers
Spotify Genres: jazz rap, hip house, old school hip hop, east coast hip hop, chicago house, acid house
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Jungle Brothers were formed through the high school friendship of Nathaniel "Afrika Baby Bam" Hall and Michael "Mike G." Small. Mike brought family friend DJ Sammy B into the mix, and the Jungle Brothers were born. Members: Nathaniel Hall, Michael Small, and Sammy Burwell embraced a range of styles -- including house music, Afrocentric philosophy, James Brown, and the use of jazz samples, as one of the original but most underrated members of the loose collective of 'alternative' rap artists known as the Native Tongues Posse, formed by hip-hop legend [a=Afrika Bambaataa], which included [a=Queen Latifah], [a=De La Soul], [a=A Tribe Called Quest], and later [a=Monie Love] and [a=Black Sheep]. The group's far-out yet most successful single was "I'll House You," collaborating with house producer [a=Todd Terry] in an early experiment in what later became hip-house.

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Release: Jungle Brothers - Brain
Year: 1997
Genres: Electronic, Hip Hop
Styles: Drum n Bass

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LYRICS

(feat. The Roots)
(check me out)
(check it out, yo) (etc...)
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain

I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain

[Mike G]
Explanation of the funk essential trapped in my brain,
Couldn't do it, make me wonder how a world maintain
Got emcees frontin total masquerade
Screamin toast had to touch them up with my blade
Cut is caught brothers still fallin to this day
And all is face say why'd have to be this way?
Five 'cent is the culture
Make me pop you like a vulture
Amplify my mic and let the rhyme take the clutcher
The rains of thr rhythms with some boom boom cat
Not enough to break your back, just so you react.
My counteract's my counterpart
Takin your heart
You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked
All I seeing and knowing is my business and I divide to multiply
And give thanks to most high
24/7 brothers got to make a living
Overcome the odds is the only decision
Cast like my pawn with your third eye vision
Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision
Streets full of clowns trying to rob your part
When the herb come knocking send them home with a not
I got my house pumped
Crunch a problem with my luck
Coming soft to the hole and get your whole game stuffed
As we sway the dance halls from heaven to hell,
As the sun do shine, JBeez rock well.

I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain

Yo dig it,

I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain

[Afrika]
Cut you short and escort you to my innermost thoughts
Dreams of fighting for my freedom in the most high courts
But jump shots get blocked and dreams get shatterred
and when the day turns night, souls get bruised and batterred.
Cheap labor for a favor from your cotton picking neighbor,
Got to work your ass off just to show you got flavor,
Life savers won't help you when your breaking your back
And Uncle Sam keep talking about rasing his tax
I look at heaven and see myself rolling in seven or eleven
So I can recoup this suit that I'm spending
Pray to god with divine intervention all my life
Repent for my sins because I don't want strife
Release from contracts to make new contacts
The game gets played but still remains the facts
That I got to wake up and see the brood of charades
'Cause I'm still living in the modern age slave trade
Rapping on holy water,
Looking for divine order
Life goes on, but still the rhyme gets shorter
Seal my fate, there's no escape
But still I'm straight,
I'm back on track, shaking off the dead weight
The time has come, for me to free my soul
Grab hold of my heart and take full control
'Cause no matter what happens when times get hard,
I still stand my ground and use the force of God

I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain

Yo dig it,

I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain

[Sammy B]
I'm about to shine like a dime,
It's time to give me mine,
My props, casue I'm about to take you to the top,
Non-stop with the body rock
I make you forget about your seat and start smiling
Brothers buckwilding
And JBeez is always styling
We bring the raw,
The real hardcore,
Giving you more than what you bargained for
Son, so your ass is best to run when
You see me coming
I'm taking it back to the essence,
Soul tracks I'm blessing
Pass the mic over here,
So I can test it,
Check one check two,
We's about to set it,
when the Brothers rock the party, you'll never forget it,

'Cause
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain

Yo dig it,

I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain

I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, I couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain

I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, I couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain