CUNNINLYNGUISTS - Brain Cell lyrics

(feat. Anetra)

[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 [x4]

[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

Shit ain't cool, in detention no flinchin, that shit 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]