Cookin Up Your Brain - Defari

I rock fatigues but I don’t glorify warfare

I need comfort stability, survival wear

I see everyday struggle

Word to Xzibit, lift, build muscle I hustle

And broaden my horizons

Stay focused to the point of the chin like Tyson

Get live like a dunk on a big man by Allen Iverson

Hold up, wait a minute, pause, check the stat

Words to James Brown, I say it loud I’m proud to be black

Whoever said that «knowledge on wax is played out.»

Played themselves

They’re soon to fade out

Way out

Out into oblivion

They come a dime a dozen, artificial like silicon

While I’m low like James Bond

At a bench on the lawn

Reading books like Wretched Of The Earth by Frantz Fanon

So if you live a lie may the truth set you free

Cause soon a day will come when we rise, it’s all prophecy

Without knowledge of self you got no clue so I must

«Run through, Hard Boil you» — Capone N Noreaga 'Parole Violators'

Cooking up your brain you remain blind to what’s brand new

So I must

«Run through, Hard Boil you»

«Back with more hot shit» — Mobb Deep 'Hell On Earth'

See too many brothers I meet wanna be buddies

Get drunk and burn skunk but they don’t wanna study

Instead when they talk they’re think they heavy like lead

But in reality, kid’s knowledge base be like a thread

Minimal

With no foundation in the spiritual

Destroying they physical becomes a lifelong ritual

Now don’t get me wrong ain’t nothing wrong with a drink

But what’s wrong is when a nigga just drink and don’t think

About the change

Raped of language and names

Master Johnson’s is the plantation where I must’ve slaved

In the former life

Cause that’s my last name

I love my pops

But still bare a tag of shame

Maybe you can’t understand the strength of the motherland

Cause you’ve been tricked with the teachings

Developed by the other man, brother man

It’s never too late to set your mind state straight

Knowledge is key

We struggle then there’s victory

Niggas rhyme about guns and cheese

Tons and keys

They self incriminate on tapes, wax and CD’s

No need for video surveillance

Cause all one time gotta do is buy your tape

And start playing it

Unless it’s all made up type fiction

Have you forgotten that young minds listen?

And duplicate?

Oh you that brother likes to glorify jail time

Instead of dropping gems to uplift the black youth’s mind

Now who’s to blame when the devil control’s the game?

That the black people play for this entertainment fame

No one to blame but ourselves

Instead of books

Now we love to be crooks and glorify Hell

Don’t try to sell me that bullshit

Cause with knowledge I come equipped

Too much pain in the past to forget

About the lynchings

The ships

The leather whips

Niggas lie for luchi now-a-days and still get pimped

«I'm licking on your brain» — J-Live 'Bragging Writes'