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The BrainStormers EP

by The BrainStormers

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1.
By All Means 04:20
Verse 1 (Cayoz Da Beast) I was born April 24th, year 1989 Stepped on the rap scene like 04 or 05 But around 06 is when i met P the Wyse Wisdom’s Cafe showed he was a different league than I// Dropped Heart of the City right around the same time But my East 2 West joint had a way better vibe In 08 I soul searched & did an album on the side Suppressing the beast within was filled with nothing but strife// Still I took what i learned and i ran with the hype Then i dropped a mixtape with STILL FRESH full of rhymes 2009 I came back with the mixed vibes And word on the streets focused ready to get mine// A short time later I was hit with an invite To join the BrainStormers fam i was ready to rip mics And you know what they say son you never live twice So I took the invite and never once looked behind// Verse 2 (A.L. Laureate) In 2003 my stomach was uncovered It was a long procedure let me guide you through the hunger How could you press play when it was in disarray? If you love it you hate it, it works both ways// Rejected from the start didn’t make the numbers i expected It made listeners pass like the minutes do the seconds 7 albums recorded but deleted from hard drives The archives became the past where my heart hides// Moral in the toilet questions aroused doubts Flow is too weak My rhymes get lost in the beat If you listening and feel the sudden need to critique Go ahead cause you can’t hurt what you don’t see// Now it’s a new day BrainStormers we a fam Simultaneously creating fresh air for these fans We are forever one geared up for what’s ahead Just remember this is where we took our first steps Verse 3 (Praverb the Wyse) P is too spiritual, too conventional Need to think outside of the box, drop the lyrical Too emotional, he doesn't drop emotions The flow is ocean, I bear arms, overdosing// Critics be, critical of my energy Stating that I should be hype when I'm ripping on the mic But eventually, they understand that I won't force it Olympic runner, running swift, with the torch lit// 10 years immersed in the culture, with many mistakes Many plateaus, been stagnant with these rap flows Dreams of rocking a thousand or more To hole in the wall spots... The reality of these rap shows// Been promised a record deal and free beats Doing verses for free when I really need to sleep This lack of sleep carries over to my personal life Affecting my job performance and my search for a wife//
2.
Verse 1 (A.L. Laureate) Let me mix your neurons Fingerprint your mind to get a clue on Digested the moment you get your chew on So before you think hip hop is soon gone I'm a pause and repeat to show that you’ve been proved wrong// I carefully insert words into your cerebellum Flexing lyrics when I write The difference is what you like You bump these beats and drown my life rhymes It’s okay cause it’s your subconscious that I strike// I’m vivid but hidden Like Nicholson in the shining Dwelling amongst the Unforgiven It’s sad to say but if you ask I’ll say Gifted and brilliant but i conceal it with masking tape as a masquerade// Let your ears breathe for a second Use the sound of my voice as an infinite remembrance Of the time I grabbed your mind and let it unwind Resulting in a rapper you ain't heard in a long time// Verse 2 (Cayoz Da Beast) Yo, I be that picture painter slash mind stimulator Lyrics so precise, it’s fact that I exceed simulators Noise orchestrator, garbage emcee ventilator When I tantalize minds straight up with no chasers// My design is that of plain energy My songs contact with listeners like brain synergy Allowing you to walk in the shoes of a troubled entity And see why everyone saying that I got the remedy// I, scramble brainwaves like a vortex When my words slam against your cerebral cortex Wrap around your brain lobes like a corset Cause I excite even more than your favorite porn set// Let me put it into plain tense I pen thoughts known to massage your brain stems And when it comes to mind control, I ain’t cordial I break into your mind bank and write nightmares just for you// Verse 3 (Praverb the Wyse) Rhymes designed in the mind, the left hemisphere Get the engineer to make sure that I'm spitting clear You grip your ears vibing No need for the silence Battle me, you scared knowing that fear guides it// Not a local teen who just approached the scene Warn them, I'm record with too much dopamine Lacking thoughts and feelings, reveal your future Delay relayed response controlling your medulla// It's P, you have no clue who you flowing with We BrainStormers while y'all possess a lower wit These powers make us abusive, elusive Stop your movement, by ripping out your motor strip// Verses organized by the frontal lobe, come to shows See a vet rock the mic, the comfort grows These rhymes are cancerous, you can't challenge this Or answer quick, with a detached hypothalamus//
3.
Verse 1 (A.L. Laureate) I stand uneven at the bottom of the map Should I stop what I’m doing and chase what’s in demand I’ll be labeled the man but what good will that do Making money off of music that for real it ain’t true// People tell me all the time your stuff will never sell Cause I talk about life and less about myself The chains and the cars had me once lost at sea But now I spit rhymes with virtuosity // Verse 2 (Crooked I) I don’t need an ice chain, just a nice mic game And the right frame of mind, to explain my life pain I been through enough drama to slice the right vein Or do it like Cobain, aim right for the brain// But I maintain, and I refrain from sinking Game I’m speaking is older than the Ancient Incans Main distinction, between me and lames who face extinction Is mainly my gangster thinking// Concepts never die, though the flesh may When it does, it’ll be another Crooked the next day Kids listen to everything the best in the West say And for me, they’ll hop out busting a SK// I’m a leader, who just happens to do hot songs I’m a soldier, there’s no hood, I do not roam You remember when Death Row made me the heir to Tupac’s throne I bounced out to pursue my own// Verse 3 (A.L. Laureate) In Miami I be rocked by the turbulent waters Where the clouds turn grey ready to rain on my parade Skill can’t be taught that’s where i got the advantage Since others don’t have it rap is in danger of collapsing// A whirlpool is formed and Miami is up it It’s going down the drain but dudes won’t admit it I strive to succeed others trip on the same stone Now I choose to make change without drowning in c notes// Verse 4 (Praverb the Wyse) Va representative, trained to stay discipline I’m on my grind, moving that weight, I stay diligent A million emcees like me, with the same benefits Attacking A & R’s, man we changed militants// In the spotlight tonight, we flame infinite We avant-garde, y’all stick to that lame fiddling I’m hip-hop, combination of pain and deliverance Delivering the good news to anybody listening// I write from the heart I never fake the passion Took a bite from the apple while the snake was laughing I love hip-hop; I won’t disgrace the past tense Or degrade women, I’m James Bond while rapping// Don Juan, while macking, forget it, it’s just me Teamed up with A.L., Crooked, and Teddy I keep your attention, without a hook or a melody All I need is a rhyme book and music that’s heavy (word)// Chorus (A.L. Laureate) Step up to any corner, you’ll get lost in the center The sense of confusion will be all that you remember Questions pile up but there’s only one response We ready for the world, the lines are now drawn// Verse 5 (Cayoz Da Beast) Cayoz the name, 21 and still underrated Things I’ve experienced left me a bit ill-natured At times I was feeling lower than a crustacean But through the art of hip-hop I filter frustration// And irritation and channel it towards innovation No imitation my love for this is genuine I’m in to win but don’t get confused I’m not feminine Since the age of 15 been holding mics with the best of em// I ain’t your average run of the mill with minimal skill I’m the Real Deal Holyfield like Wade with the pill Man my thoughts are mine alone but why keep em concealed When I always got props just to speak what I feel// This here is my dream ain’t no time for relaxing Real talk this is more than just a skin deep passion This here is my dream ain’t no time for relaxing Take hip-hop away I bet you'll find me relapsing//
4.
Verse 1 (A.L. Laureate) Desire on the forefront Extensively expedient Drenching out of my forehead Heat waves and cold sweat I Attain clarification, in accordance to recordings leaving car speakers scorching// Never rest for a second with tutorage from the legends Taking crash courses my brain aches In depth study to salvage the good that remains Amending hip hop erasing the date rape// I’m steadfast with it, verbal artillery is out But I ain’t shooting to kill I let it set in your scalp Creep up in your brain and let it blend So sit and jot down the blueprints to my revenge// In the battlefield still getting tempted By these labels looking for they flagship apprentice I rather die thirsty next to water Knowing my lifelong thesis never once faltered// Verse 2 (Skyzoo) The human highlight reel, they pray that I might chill never happen I’m forever at it, and y’all forever addicts Nowadays with the rapping, I’m feeling so bored When I’m listening to y’all, that I rather flow backwards// Coach well as might I pro up and I No me let down it dumb can I I guess I’m leave it there And go and listen to Big wishing that he was here// Pick one of them, whether Smalls or L or Pun any one of dude Inspired by all three, I guess I’m something new I’m NY, suede timbs and all Best flow been mine, no grins involved// I got this; I did it before it became popular And I still get it, and all of them still watching huh It’s cool with me, as cool as I be I nevermind it, they all just influenced from me, you know// Verse 3 (Praverb the Wyse) I’m from the V dot A, home of the crack rap Influenced by Miles Davis and other jazz cats I pen a verse with no profanity So forget advising you, I label each song hazmat// So please proceed with caution Wear plastic gloves when my music leaves the walkman I’m a lyricist, y’all claim that your pen don’t write Every verse hits hard like a Kimbo right// I’m the future; I don’t need to lend no ice Cause I’m God’s son, I don’t want to be like Mike That’s another man; I got an arm like Rocket While y’all slow pitch tossing underhand// I stay positive; I always keep my head high Whether in Va, or chilling somewhere in Bedsty I heard a lot of dudes claim they the next guy Until they see my cd chilling in Best Buy//
5.
Verse 1 (Hell Razah) Since the playpen, been painting pictures of conquering Satan Now it’s invasions of masons that you putting your faith in You wonder why it’s hell storms and the earth is quaking Try relating to the pages and books of Revelations// Would you hijack a radio station to save your nation? (hell yeah) I love my people, f-ck it, call me racist Record labels enslaved you and they practically made you Want to kill for the crumbs that fell off of your masters table// But after Thugs Angels I can mentally change you From acute to a obtuse angle, if you able It’s pitchforks or halos, loyalty or betrayal Over pesos and yayo, and who raping the payroll// Allah Hu Akbar, trapped In the back of a cop car Who drop bars about God inside of your I-Pod My home is where Al Capone inherit his worst scar So each verse stand out, as bright as the North Star// Compared to your favorite rapper, hit with a gun charge Now they in the prison yard, rocking a sports bra Go tell illuminati Raze will lyrically son y’all Instead I’m like your Stepfather checking report cards// Verse 2 (Cayoz Da Beast) Righteous Soldiers leaders of a cause like the Ayatollah El Diablo on my shoulder trying to be my soul controller Mics I smolder till it’s over with verses described as solar Burning demons like some douja spitting fevers like Ebola// Yeah, mighty crusaders all made in the kings image Trying to purify these penitent souls into free spirits (I been imbued with the strength to lead y’all away From your putrid and pitiful ways Through a critical phase I’m know to erase Darkness and hate through a lyrical blaze)// I bet you Satan and his followers are in a rage From this sage swooping in like St. Michael to save the day My main aims to slay these snakes my blows you’ll never see glancing Thrust a spear through a serpent’s heart I call that free lancing// Verse 3 (A.L. Laureate) Light illustrates messengers of this endangered chamber Expository prayers for the weary in grave danger March down streets with significance way beyond speech In a world of deceit believing in such a thing as good grief// I ain’t mad at it cause I cant kick the habit Trying to forgo the past when I’m rapping, now that’s the real challenge I feel fatigue still I carry the weight so you could see Blood red skies turn pristine aquamarine// Prav, Cayoz, me with the former cenobite Here to evoke any form, of future genocide Cause Satan be adlibbing (haha) Messing with my focus But before that I end transmission without notice// Verse 4 (Praverb the Wyse) No gun in hand, teamed up with this Sun of Man Long range flow, some people call me Thunder Dan Four vocal giants, on a track, we thundering Send you on a boogie board, back to the Mother Land// In the booth daily, we making classics Our recruiting tactics, exceed those by Uncle Sam Postpone the death of these old clones Send them to the Ozone attached with a snow cone// King David, I slay men, chucking some old stones Send them back to the womb, knowing they home grown Check it, respect the skills, we blessed for real This is the Lion of Judah, open the seven seals// This is what heaven feels like, we kill mics This is spiritual hop, give you the real Christ//
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Verse 1 (A.L. Laureate) It seems the beginning was just the other day Introduced to the system with division blocking the way I swayed the melancholy parted ways with the party I try to forget but thoughts begin to stalk me// Glam rappers become actors On wax or on screen they become they own personal benefactors We could close the lid and case closed But backpackers and trappers bypass looking for scapegoats// Rappers portray g's to make g's Emcees rip mics to move crowds beyond what you perceive Think about rappers when they first came out Debut album was classic but money altered the route// We choose to keep it real dedication never ends The people call our rhyme scheme a tired old trend If its Jay-Z and Nas or Manchild and me We all had the same start its time for you to see// Chorus (A.L. Laureate) Open up dismiss any preconceived notions We send a prayer for the culture to stay focused Money changes perception of creativity It’s shown through records today and its killing me// We know it won’t be like it was before But we still got the future it could be rewrote And restore rappers and emcees to original state Starting at the same time on the same page// Verse 2 (ManChild of Mars ILL) Now let me start, by saying my part, for the paying patron on the waiting line Odd sharks say take your time Wait for, lying, on laid on the train line They start shining, on a playground paying mine// Forward to the next class session till it breaks up No static, automatic, hang on to your pay stub Radio is wrecking y’all, when they refuse to play us Living in a dream world, the corruption’s made up// Hey love; it ain’t nothing but music and poetry Everybody run the line from half track to totally blacked out Below the scene, out of state or locally Domestic to overseas, Ten bucks and your holding me close// God made me I’m supposed to be dope Already next to nothing, but still we going for broke Choking on the contact, tell me where the songs at Steady running on track, and showing you hope// Chorus (A.L. Laureate) Open up dismiss any preconceived notions We send a prayer for the culture to stay focused Money changes perception of creativity It’s shown through records today and its killing me// We know it won’t be like it was before But we still got the future it could be rewrote And restore rappers and emcees to original state Starting at the same time on the same page// Verse 3 (Praverb the Wyse) Same start, same race, different finishes Same scars, different skin, hidden blemishes Underground, commercial, spitting sentences Same goal, 20/20, vision limitless// Nowadays, a lot of rappers babble on it feels like false religion in Ancient Babylon I’m the judge, without a place to slam the gavel on Sleeping on emcees, they style I put a mattress on// It’s sad when the radio defines us, the media defines us Now nobody will sign us Nobody will sign us, we all majors We Indy-pendent but we treated like minors// Searching for gems, we get treated like miners Whored out to millions like a prostitute vagina Too blunt I had to speak the truth for once This one trick pony will not perform new stunts// Chorus (A.L. Laureate) Open up dismiss any preconceived notions We send a prayer for the culture to stay focused Money changes perception of creativity It’s shown through records today and its killing me// We know it won’t be like it was before But we still got the future it could be rewrote And restore rappers and emcees to original state Starting at the same time on the same page// Verse 4 (Cayoz Da Beast) Rappers pump your breaks and slow your pace, cease the gas Cause we all started out at the bottom in the past When I look around now it’s funny how y’all seem to act Like since we ain’t in the limelight there’s something that we lack// We started out looking fly in our B-Boy Stance Now dudes is showing off their thighs rock in sweet boy pants Even though we proceed to speak with intelligence on tracks We ain’t relevant cause TV done got you on a trance// And, record labels try their best to knock us down But the hunger that we feel pushes us to stand our ground Cause we ain’t here to do the jerk, do the dougie, or walk it out So were considered outcasts for what we choose to talk about// At some point every artist is unsigned trying to shine But whether signed or unsigned we all still got to grind So open up your mind and I’m sure you’ll realize We each started from the bottom, when we each began our climb (you feel me)//

about

The BrainStormers were conceived due to the success of its predecessors. The Wu Tang Clan, Task Force, The Arsonists, The Jurassic 5, Slum Village, and most recently Slaughterhouse paved the way for the development of this group. Each member possesses a specific skill that is brought to the forefront. Cayoz Da Beast (by way of California) possesses poignant wordplay and a work ethic second to none. A.L. Laureate (by way of Florida) possesses an abstract style and excellent conceptual driven verses. Praverb the Wyse (by way of Virginia) possesses a finely tuned delivery and aspects of spirituality. Finally, Dj Grazzhoppa (by way of Belgium) possesses the ability to turn an ordinary track into a masterpiece. The true essence of this group is on display when they collectively attack a song. The BrainStormers are poised to make a mark in an industry that is cluttered with uninspired material. The latest addition to The BrainStormers collective is an emcee by the name of O*Zee. O*Zee (by way of Maine) is an emcee's emcee who also thrives with conceptual rhyming and raw lyricism.

Furthermore, this EP will serve as an introduction to the talented collective. Feel free to pass this project on various social networks, to your friends, foes, and more. Physical copies will be available soon.

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released January 29, 2011

Mixed by Praverb the Wyse

Mastered by Michael "St. Mic" Moxham - timelessdaimyo.com

Special thanks to all those involved in the making of this project (special thanks to Pascal Ross, Luke Morgan, DiArt, SMIMooz, and more).

Special thanks to Kevin Nottingham (kevinnottingham.com), 808 Shirts, Domination Records, Dj Mixtape Assassin, Dj Kingstun, and more for providing excellent feedback.

Please take the time to listen to this project and send your criticism (positive or negative) to BrainStormersInYourArea@gmail.com

Group Members:

A.L. Laureate - twitter.com/ALLaureate

Cayoz Da Beast - cayozdabeast.blogspot.com + www.twitter.com/CayozDaBeast

Dj Grazzhoppa - djgrazzhoppa.bandcamp.com + soundcloud.com/dj-grazzhoppa

O*Zee - www.myspace.com/ozeemusik + twitter.com/ostarzee

Praverb the Wyse - praverb.net + www.twitter.com/PTheWyse

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