Journalist - Stomp On Ya Brain lyrics

[Intro/Hook: Canibus] "If you can't walk the walk," nah don't even try it When I'm wired, I spit fire And come stomp on your brain, brain, brain... [Verse One: Canibus] Yo! What about hip-hop, is so interesting? Emcees battle for respect, it's intensive Spit rhymes while I shimmy up the cliff side Before you ask why I'm trying to show you where Rip died The questions give me more insight into your mind Than those whack rhymes I hear you reciting all the time Restore and re-establish it, revive it, revamp it Refresh yourself with something organic, and mechanic Verses be so strong they are generally interpreted wrong Prompting corresponding responses from the songs Mr. Motherf**ing Know-It-All, bet you ten gold granola bars I'm smarter than those fifth graders are The writing technique is from a lion-headed beast Sciatic nerve got me spitting automatic words Ideas eliminated in the order they were created Amid speculative language about how I even made it Rebel without a cause, spitting ten billion bars To the cold corpse cellophane wrapped on the floor There's more, I declare war, bomb 'em Pound after pound I come stomp on 'em [Hook] [Verse Two: Journalist] We bite without barkin', you just a target I shot darts and stomp on your brain in Doc Martins With boats shoes, so crude, my pardon Soon as the clock startin', show moves I got from old dudes Who used to smoke Kools by the carton Set fire to you, I'm the arson Was clappin' at cats, before they applauded for John Carson Anybody with good sense, know the footprints I'mma leave is from the Air Max 93s 'til everything you see is Siamese I've been stomping since chicks from Martin was buying reeds We stomp on your cane, and sell it to n***as The n***as stomp on your brain Who wanna tangle with the black orangutan? I came to bang, it ain't a thang Name a name he'll be history Nothing more than a mystery, a Stephen King novel Either they ain't been watching or they need a clean goggle To follow the footsteps of the T Rex, detect Whoever leap next from a speed jet without a parachute Turn you into carrot soup troop [Hook] [Verse Three: Canibus] The duck-billed dino was eaten by the eighty ton rhino A very long time ago Soul, rock and roll, RTJ double-oh Now you know n***a, lock and load How can I create the right sentence to help explain How it feels when a whack emcee rhymes for Germaine? Don't be a water brain, make you spit your rhymes in quarantine Put you up against War Machine Sixty second rounds, keep your metaphors clean Sleepwalk when I dream, spit Listerine green The Microphone Fiend on the scene Call on them scream, he might break you off a sixteen Laser beam lyrics coming at you at an altered speed The Altered Beast don't pause for the beat This is lyrical law, you will be among the first to compete To run, walk, or crawl over beats The goal is too tall to reach, can't touch the Spit Boss' feet You pole vault into a wall of defeat I love Biggie cause I know what he means When he told you, "It was all a dream" [Hook]