Monsoon Funk

(Verse 1) Right about now Yo, fair to say Braintax is back Though I been here a while operating the dat Mixing down half the tracks since the new British classics The reason heads buying home grown stay bra - sick (Hes back) People ask whats the point of the name So don’t ask me anymore cause im about to explain It goes one, for the treble , two for the poor, and im Yorkshire to the bone I don’t copy new York Its all about being yourself in my world This is monsoon funk with a twist of light Skills deep , levels we attain are frightening on the beat (not like feds on the street) Don’t patrol your soul, got heart fifty kilo’s Put thought in the track, and the point of the name Is that we can all get busy if we use our brains I love logic, is what I recommend to maintain And stay sharp don’t follow the rest I ain't drawing conclusions, im writing the test And if you don’t wanna listen you can switch off .. I can be just a party artist, but that’s not how I get the party started Your brain is now in my tax bracket 5D, 1 to 3 D, rappers put on your flack jackets Triple track, your vocal track, your still saying nader mate I got lyrics and a bag of breaks Industries a bag of snakes Don’t judge me by the records I make Must be sick, wrong in the head and carried away I don’t know why I try so hard to please, I guess I feel compelled because Biro Funk was the shittt (Hook) In the studio again (Braintax is dat) Monsoon funk, summer rain Rap that you relate to daily And I am what the Hip Hop made me On your studio again Theres drought with the rain Rap that you relate to daily And I am what the Hip Hop made me (Verse 2) Everybody wants a club beat to write a-side club banger classic I’m like to hell with it, write some serious meaningful stuff and not be skint Want to be the proof rapper sell with funk and truth Lots of serious tracks to beat you round the head That brings you subtly back, and not ignore it instead Not to say im that rap style, forget it Never be a gym monkey , begging warners for credit So fuck major label move, when its time to set it I’d be suck’in up to them if I did this for cash Stay real, stay sellin If you witness the past You know im hippy in the brakes, then I zip right past But I gas, pure jokes, want a laugh and a blast Where my words in my grasp flow fluid Like last verbs, real like fast curves Im stuffed on the internet with too many passwords You know this, my ex’s have good words for Joseph Second LP, I hope my old teachers know, and F them And kids learning from the underground lyricists Old school, Joey Brains clasps the thunder now Me and my new group of cynicists mention any rap And maintain with the ethics like the force of star wars And always saying something Low, a rapping work horse (Hook) In the studio again (Braintax is dat) Monsoon funk, summer rain Rap that you relate to daily And I am what the Hip Hop made me On your studio again Theres drought with the rain Rap that you relate to daily And I am what the Hip Hop made me