Brain In A Blender

by Burd Brain

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Sarah Jane Crick This is one of the most catchiest smartest creative rap songs I've heard in years. Burd & Glox are pretty amazing people highly dedicated to the craft ✊🏼 They are responsive to their fans and sell cool merch. Support the real ya muddafugga!! Favorite track: Brain In A Blender.
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BRAIN IN A BLENDER (LYRICS) INTRO Has anybody got a runnin man in ‘em? Let me see ya do the runnin man. Everybody got robot rhythm, Let me see ya do the worm. Has anybody got a runnin man in ‘em? Let me see ya do the runnin man. Everybody got robot rhythm, Let me see ya do the worm. VERSE 1 I think I’m out of order need a glass of water Not sure if I’m flora or fauna Put me in the naughty corner You oughta leave me on the floor of a sauna Not quite what the doctor ordered A polkadot frock with the dots distorted If you want hot pink we got you sorted If you bought me a drink it would not be awkward Hey big Spender wanna buy a lifestyle Said the crooked eyed guy with the nice smile I thought why not tightened up my hightops Now I live my life as a cyclops CHORUS I put my brain in a blender You were there that day you remember Glass body with the blades in the centre Out sprayed 28 shades of magenta I put my brain in a blender You were there that day you remember Glass body with the blades in the centre Out sprayed 28 shades of magenta VERSE 2 Now all I see is rainbows Under covers in plain clothes What they say goes So you better stay close Well I vibe with these Viking bikies Bright white stripes of lightning from my Nikes nightly I’ll be moving it around like ROY G BIV Need a pot of gold that’s all she is Cards on the table cards on your tongue Red heart on your sleeve bleed hard like a drum Hey big Spender wanna buy a lifestyle Said the crooked eyed guy with the nice smile I thought why not tightened up my hightops Now I live my life as a cyclops BRIDGE Has anybody got a runnin man in ‘em? Let me see ya do the runnin man Everybody got robot rhythm Let me see ya do the worm Has anybody got a runnin man in ‘em? Let me see ya do the runnin man Everybody got robot rhythm Let me see ya do the worm CHORUS I put my brain in a blender You were there that day you remember Glass body with the blades in the centre Out sprayed 28 shades of magenta I put my brain in a blender You were there that day you remember Glass body with the blades in the centre Out sprayed 28 shades of magenta VERSE 3 True speak that a loonies among us They do sneaks take spoons from your cupboards Ruthless type knifers and gunners Toothless Franks fried do on runners So grab a weapon yep arm up game on Send them with their tails between their legs back where they came from Basically we’re just heading for the sun We ain’t got long left they just heading for your money Lend it with interest then bend up the truth Spend your existence descending from youth Medicine is revenue I’ll give you a scoop Nah save you the trouble I can lend you a noose So Daddy had a good job and you had a great childhood Pocket full of cash no wonder you smile good I’ll give you some wisdom how long will you keep it We’re already dead keep that a secret BRIDGE Has anybody got a runnin man in ‘em? Let me see ya do the runnin man Everybody got robot rhythm Let me see ya do the worm Has anybody got a runnin man in ‘em? Let me see ya do the runnin man Everybody got robot rhythm Let me see ya do the worm CHORUS I put my brain in a blender You were there that day you remember Glass body with the blades in the centre Out sprayed 28 shades of magenta I put my brain in a blender You were there that day you remember Glass body with the blades in the centre Out sprayed 28 shades of magenta I put my brain in a blender You were there that day you remember Glass body with the blades in the centre Out sprayed 28 shades of magenta
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RUN HIGH LYRICS VERSE 1 She opens the door to his flat but he isn’t here All he’s left is a chair and some fishing gear He never mentioned making plans of heading anywhere He’s definitely gone it makes her wonder did he ever care? Everybody said they’d never met a better pair On the dancefloor Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire She’s ripping out her hair loyalty is very rare Staring down a steep set of stairs to the devils lair Why would he disappear? wasn’t their mission clear She was happy to raise the kids and he would be an engineer I guess the best thing to do is learn a lesson here Never trust anybody even after seven years It was very weird she found herself in a time and a place she could face her fears Graced with a face full of tears time to start the pursuit yeah it is what it is What it is what it is CHORUS He’s a highway man on the road to nowhere Slow down you don’t want to go there Run highway man run run run run she’s got your number And when it’s all said and done your running up the barrel of a gun Run highway man run Pulling up and picking up the pieces defeats the purpose run highway man run VERSE 2 Can you read body language Or do you need to see blood on a fang tip The predator is out on the prowl Everybody down Ain’t no place you can hide from a lurker How you gonna hide your face? Burka Ostrich head in a hole You can only go backwards mole Twerker How you gonna win a foot race with a cheater Balls on the table golden retriever Nice to meet ya wouldn’t wanna be ya Leave it to Beaver we got a bleeder Laying on a bed in regret all he said Was he wished he could forget that day But he better remember that a black widow kills her mate when she gets her way And she always gets her way CHORUS He’s a highway man on the road to nowhere Slow down you don’t want to go there Run highway man run run run run she’s got your number And when it’s all said and done your running up the barrel of a gun Run highway man run Pulling up and picking up the pieces defeats the purpose run highway man run BRIDGE Yeah it is what it is it is what it is And she always gets her way Yeah it is what it is it is what it is And she always gets her way Yeah it is what it is it is what it is And she always gets her way Yeah it is what it is it is what it is And she always gets her way Running to the future running from the past Running through the alleyways running through the park Running from the light running to the dark You keep on running away Running to the future running from the past Running through the alleyways running through the park Running from the light running to the dark You keep on running away CHORUS He’s a highway man on the road to nowhere Slow down you don’t want to go there Run highway man run run run run she’s got your number And when it’s all said and done your running up the barrel of a gun Run highway man run Pulling up and picking up the pieces defeats the purpose run highway man run OUTRO Yeah it is what it is it is what it is And she always gets her way Yeah it is what it is it is what it is And she always gets her way Yeah it is what it is it is what it is And she always gets her way Yeah it is what it is it is what it is And she always gets her way
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GOTTA LYRICS VERSE 1 They call me stupid crazy ‘Cos I make music daily I might be slightly loco You checked my tunes out lately? Some people call me BURD Some people call me Brainy I’ve got a way with words Bruce Macavaney Oh my god I’m a Lord I was born on the floor of a four-door Ford Parked on the lawn at the morgue on the corner Quarter to 4 in the morning It was morbid for sure Awkwardly raw Blunt hacksaw for the chord Parked on the lawn at the morgue on the corner Quarter to 4 in the morning Wet ‘em up with my SuperSoaker Dirty big grin like I’m new to poker Burn one turn one I drew the joker At around noon when I woke I found my hope in a pound of dope On a mountain slope Where the heads at Don’t forget I’m a expat Came from the mainland Raised on the left map CHORUS Every day that I wake up I gotta rhyme Rendering waves in the cage takes a lotta time Getting paid but not a slave to the dollar sign I remain sane ‘cos I don’t stay for the bottom line Old enough to know better Young enough to not give a fuck I don’t trust a go-getter Motherfuckers will give you up Ain’t gonna learn no lesson Spend all my time spitting brah THC and I’m reppin’ In the studio in the pub VERSE 2 (Fusion) Oi... Fuck off/ I don't fuck with you cunts and your love songs/ And if I'm drunk on the Bundy and Ruskov/ I'm coming for blood like her time of the month's hot/ Leaving these rapper's dreams in the ashes/ Each track I drop's like unleashing the Kraken/ I'm leading the pack with unbeatable passion/ And stronger spirit than Green Fairy Absinthe/ I'm... back at it again/ Lurk at the back with a pad and a pen/ Work on a track till I'm haggard, incensed/ But happy that it'll be snappin' ya neck/ When the window shattering bass hits, son/ Till ya screw facing, lookin like ya face lift's fucked/ And ya mates sit, tucking their chains in, cunt/ Afraid like I am of a baby bump/ When I grab the mic, it's the start of the lesson/ Put ya hands up, I'm not asking a question/ Put ya hands up, I won't ask it again/ Or I'll mark you for death, put your ass in detention/ Uh... Hit the verse like an earthquake/ Surgeon of words, shit burns from the first take/ Murkin a verse while lurking Burd Brain/ But still not quite of his birth name/ Uh.... Mental in the brain/ Burning effigies together with enemies at the steak/ I'm definitely deranged, the devil's in me to stay/ Eternally till I'm sentenced to burn away in the flames/ Ah, better ventilate shit when I get on stage/ Already steaming like I'm up in Adelaide/ Scrawling, I'm drawing the scene in like Anime/ Faggot made rappers will crumple like cellophane CHORUS Every day that I wake up I gotta rhyme Rendering waves in the cage takes a lotta time Getting paid but not a slave to the dollar sign I remain sane ‘cos I don’t stay for the bottom line Old enough to know better Young enough to not give a fuck I don’t trust a go-getter Motherfuckers will give you up Ain’t gonna learn no lesson Spend all my time spitting brah THC and I’m reppin’ In the studio in the pub VERSE 3 (Butter D) I stay faded, my brains changin On the nod don't wanna be awakened Never snitched but I'm makin a statement And sayin if theyre deep in the rocks ima cave em Tried not to give em any clues, next minute see my face on the vigilante news And i didnt plan to shoot but I hit em and i move Went n opened em up like you did a can of soup uhh.. In Tas got around a lot Lived bottom and the middle and now the top Nothin for me in Glenorchy so i got the fuck out Still got people yellin out at my mums house I aint there, better off messagin Enemies decapitated so i got ahead of em No protectin from son like melanin So I stay burnin a verse for the hell of it Had it hard cos your father'd belt ya I was gettin on the shard in the shelter Now I'm writin my bars I'm realizin at last I was blind from the spark like a welder Aint takin names theres no real foes Told em whats up at 16 and they still know On pills i aint got no chill though Aint killed nobody yet but i will though CHORUS Every day that I wake up I gotta rhyme Rendering waves in the cage takes a lotta time Getting paid but not a slave to the dollar sign I remain sane ‘cos I don’t stay for the bottom line Old enough to know better Young enough to not give a fuck I don’t trust a go-getter Motherfuckers will give you up Ain’t gonna learn no lesson Spend all my time spitting brah THC and I’m reppin’ In the studio in the pub
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01:21
NUMBERS LYRICS VERSE Numbers yeah it’s just numbers on a screen Numbers yeah it’s just numbers on a screen Gotta sign a piece of paper with a pen to apply for rental And if I get it after they check my credit I gotta sign up for a direct debit Slave away make some plans Make some friends shake some hands End of the week get paid again then make your way to the ATM I’m number your a number Numbers on a screen She’s a number he’s a number Numbers on a screen They gave a credit card to me They gave me numbers on a screen They seem to charge a lot of fees To keep your numbers on a screen Numbers yeah it’s just numbers on a screen Numbers yeah it’s just numbers on a screen I could be the perfect tenant I’ll even take care of the yard if I get it And if I get it after they check my credit I got a signup for a direct debit Slave away make some plans Make some friends shake some hands End of the week get paid again then make your way to the ATM I’m number your a number Numbers on a screen She’s a number he’s a number Numbers on a screen They gave a credit card to me They gave me numbers on a screen They seem to charge a lot of fees To keep your numbers on a screen
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POSTCARD BANDIT LYRICS INTRO Skip the mic check lets get the show started Fill up my chest with breathe to flow harder Spit a tight set respect is pro rata Big night heads expect to go nanas Pick up my cheque I spend it no drama Drinkin five Becks breathe test I blow nada Kid try to flex I step with no armour If I am dead I meant to go martar BRIDGE I spend it no drama lets get the show started breathe test I blow nada breathe to flow harder Step with no armour respect is pro rata I meant to go martar expext to go nanas CHORUS No Respect for bars like I'm post card bandit No respect for bars like my flows are random Not aloud in bars my bros are all band 'n Security guards all posted up standard No Respect for bars like I'm post card bandit No respect for bars like my flows are random This beat be dope like mozart jammed it Big flow sink boat leave coast guard stranded VERSE What a savage ya gotta manage ya body language better Get a bit of a better level of edicate Level headedness Lack there of intellegence that feral pack Demographic automatic when they at it Stoppit, stuck in a game of coppers and robbers We failin to stop and the coppers are failin to stop us They wanna cuff us and chuck us up in the lock up We lost the dogs n rock up n what up I gotta chop up Rule number seven always park the Xf In the getaway position if ya dont wanna go to prison I guess it worked I've only ever been there to visit My thoughts on prison fuck the system I spent my teenage years in Beaconsfield a crazy spot Alley ways on every side of the park to get away from cops People always askin me if we were gettin chased alot Deal or be dealt to and you were chasin what? CHORUS No Respect for bars like I'm post card bandit No respect for bars like my flows are random Not aloud in bars my bros are all band 'n Security guards all posted up standard No Respect for bars like I'm post card bandit No respect for bars like my flows are random This beat be dope like mozart jammed it Big flow sink boat leave coast guard stranded VERSE Ayo Ayo watch the roster Burd Brain's the bawse and I'm off the monsters The jobs on the plots what i got We join dot to dot tell em whats up what is Alot of aussie rappers needa cop a gobber stopper to the choppers Then I roll up and I drop a couple lobbers on em Promise that I do it proppa when I'm on em and I'm gunna wander Over tell em that i wanna watch em vomit from it WHAT Guess what your mad and I'm not Guess what WHAT shake no hands with no cops Guess what your not a man your a dog Guess what WOOF we plan to not stop No comment til I vomit Don't got a name and I don't got a wallet As for you though I know what it is Take a look at yaself your a dirty rotton pig CHORUS No Respect for bars like I'm post card bandit No respect for bars like my flows are random Not aloud in bars my bros are all band 'n Security guards all posted up standard No Respect for bars like I'm post card bandit No respect for bars like my flows are random This beat be dope like mozart jammed it Big flow sink boat leave coast guard stranded Chat Conversation End
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