Insane In The Brain

Album: Black Sunday (1993)
Charted: 21 19
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  • Who you trying to get crazy with ése?
    Don't you know I'm loco?

    To the one on the flamboyant tip
    I'll just toss that ham in the frying pan
    Like Spam, get done when I come and slam
    Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam
    Don't make me wreck shit, hectic
    Next get the chair got me going like General Electric
    "Aaant", the lights are blinking, I'm thinking
    It's all over when I go out drinking
    Oh, making my mind slow
    That's why I don't fuck with the big 4-O
    Bro, I got to maintain
    'Cause a nigga like me is going insane

    Insane in the membrane
    Insane in the brain
    Insane in the membrane
    Insane in the brain
    Insane in the membrane
    Crazy insane, got no brain
    Insane in the membrane
    Insane in the brain

    Do my shit undercover, now it's time for the blubber
    Blabber, to watch that belly get fatter
    Fat boy on a diet, don't try it
    I'll jack yo' ass like a looter in a riot
    My shit's fat, like a Sumo, slamming dat ass
    Leavin' your face in the grass
    'Cause you know, I don't take a duro, lightly
    Punks just jealous 'cause they can't outwrite me
    Or kick that style, wicked, wild
    Happy face nigga never seen me smile
    Rip that mainframe, I'll explain
    A nigga like me is going insane

    Insane in the membrane
    Insane in the brain
    Insane in the membrane
    Insane in the brain
    Insane in the membrane
    Crazy insane, got no brain
    Insane in the membrane
    Insane in the brain

    Insane in the brain, in the brain
    Because I'm loco
    Insane in the brain, in the brain
    Because I'm loco
    Insane in the brain, in the brain (insane)
    Because I'm loco
    Insane in the brain (damn, nigga)
    Gunshot inna yuh head back

    Like Louie Armstrong, played the trumpet
    I'll hit that bong and break you off something
    Soon I got to get my props
    Cops, come and try to snatch my crops
    These pigs wanna blow my house down
    Head underground to the next town
    They get mad when they come to raid my pad
    And I'm out in the nine-deuce Cad'
    Yes I'm the pirate, pilot
    Of this ship if I get with the ultraviolet dream
    Hide from the red light beam
    Now do you believe in the unseen?
    Look, but don't make your eyes strain
    A nigga like me is going insane

    Insane in the membrane
    Insane in the brain
    Insane in the membrane
    Insane in the brain
    Insane in the membrane
    Crazy insane, got no brain
    Insane in the membrane
    Insane in the brain

    Insane in the brain
    Because I'm loco
    Insane in the brain
    Because I'm loco
    Insane in the brain
    Because I'm loco
    Insane in the brain
    Because I'm loco Writer/s: Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze, Senen Reyes
    Publisher: SOUL ASSASSINS INC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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