Brain chords by Jungle Brothers

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Am
F
C
Eaug
E
G#aug
Bb

Verse 1
Am 
F 
Am 
C 
F 
[check
Eaug 
Am 
C 
F 
Eaug 
me
Am 
out]

Verse 2

Eaug

[check it out, yo]

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Verse 3

I got so much funky shit

Eaug

inside my brain

I couldn't explain, couldn't explain

You wouldn't un derstand,

Eaug

I couldn't explain

I got

Verse 4
C 
F 
so much funky shit
Eaug 
inside my brain
Am 
I couldn't explain,
C 
couldn't explain
F 
You wouldn't understand,
I couldn't explain
Am 
{Mike G} Explanation of the funk essential

Verse 5
C 
trapped in my brain
F 
Couldn't do it, make me wonder
Eaug 
how a world  maintain
Am 
Got emcees frontin' total
C 
masquerade
F 
Screamin' toast had to touch
Eaug 
them up with   my blade
Am 
Cut is caught brothers still
C 
fallin' to this day
F 
And all is face say why'd
Eaug 
have to be  this way?
Am 
Five 'cent is the culture
C 
Make me pop you like a vulture
F 
Am 
Amplify my mic and let the rhyme
take the clutcher
The rains of the rhythms
C 
with some boom boom cat
F 
Not enough to break your back,
Eaug 
just so     you react.
Am 
My counter act's my counterpart
C 
Takin' your heart
F 
You made a move to pull my plug
Eaug 
now that ass got sparked
Am 
C 
All I seeing and knowing is my business
F 
and I divide to multiply
Eaug 
And give thanks to most
Am 
high
24 7 brothers
C 
got to make a living
F 
Am 
Overcome the odds is the only decision
Cast like my pawn with
C 
your third eye vision
F 
Slip up in the brain raise
Eaug 
a sharp incision
Am 
Streets full of clowns trying
C 
to rob your part
F 
When the herb come knocking
G#aug 
send them home with a not
Am 
I got my house pumped
C 
Crunch a problem with my luck
F 
Coming soft to the hole and get
Eaug 
your whole  game stuffed
Am 
As we sway the dance halls
C 
from heaven to hell,
F 
Am 
As the sun do shine, JBeez rock well.

Verse 6
C 
F 
Eaug 
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
Am 
C 
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
F 
You wouldn't understand,
Eaug 
I couldn't explain
Yo dig it,
G#aug 
Am 
I got

Verse 7
C 
so much funky
F 
E 
shit inside my brain,
Am 
C 
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
F 
You wouldn't understand,
I couldn't explain
Am 
{Afrika} Cut you short and escort you to my

Verse 8
C 
innermost thoughts
F 
Dreams of fighting for my freedom
Eaug 
in the most   high courts
Am 
But jump shots get blocked and
C 
dreams get shattered
F 
And when the day turns night, souls
G#aug 
get bruised  and battered.
Am 
Cheap labor for a favor from your
C 
cotton picking neighbor,
F 
Got to work your ass off just
Eaug 
to show you got flavor,
Am 
Life savers won't help you when
C 
your breaking your back
F 
And Uncle Sam keep talking
Am 
about raising his tax
I look at heaven and see myself
C 
F 
rolling in seven or eleven
Am 
So I can recoup this suit
that I'm spending
Pray to God with divine
C 
intervention all my life
F 
Repent for my sins because
Eaug 
G#aug 
I don't  want strife
Am 
Release from contracts
C 
to make new contacts
F 
The game gets played but
Eaug 
still remains  the facts
Am 
That I got to wake up and see
C 
the brood of charades
F 
'Cause I'm still living in
Am 
the modern age slave trade
Rapping on holy water,
C 
Looking for divine order
F 
Life goes on, but still the
Eaug 
rhyme  gets shorter
Am 
C 
Seal my  fate, there's no escape
But still I'm straight,
F 
I'm back on track,
Am 
shaking off the dead weight
The time has come,
C 
for me to free my soul
F 
Grab hold of my heart
Am 
and take full control
Eaug 
Am 
'Cause no matter what
C 
happens when times get hard,
F 
I still stand my ground
Am 
and use the force of God

Verse 9
C 
F 
Eaug 
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
Am 
C 
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
F 
You wouldn't un derstand,
Eaug 
I couldn't explain
G#aug 
Yo dig   it,
Am 
I got

Verse 10
C 
F 
so much funky shit
Eaug 
inside my brain,
Am 
C 
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
F 
You wouldn't understand,
Am 
I couldn't explain
{Sammy B}

Verse 11
C 
I'm about to shine like a dime,
It's time to give me mine,
F 
My props, cause I'm about
E 
to take you to the top,
Am 
Non- stop with the body rock
C 
F 
I make you forget about your seat
and start smiling
E 
Brothers buck wilding
Am 
And JBeez is always styling
C 
We bring the raw,
F 
The real hardcore,
E 
Giving you more than what
you bargained for
Am 
C 
Son, so your ass is best to run when
F 
You see me coming
E 
I'm taking it back to the essence,
Am 
Soul tracks I'm blessing
C 
Pass the mic over here,
F 
So I can test it,
E 
Check one check two,
We's about to set it,
When the Brothers rock the party,

Verse 12
you'll never forget it,
E 
'Cause
Am 
C 
F 
I got so much funky shit
Eaug 
inside my brain,
Am 
C 
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
F 
You wouldn't understand,
I couldn't explain
E 
Am 
Yo dig it, I got

Verse 13
C 
F 
so much funky shit
G#aug 
inside my brain,
Am 
C 
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
F 
You wouldn't un derstand,
C 
I couldn't explain
Am 
I got

Verse 14
C 
F 
so much funky shit
Eaug 
inside my brain,
Am 
C 
I couldn't explain, I couldn't explain
F 
You wouldn't understand,
Bb 
I couldn't explain
Am 
I got