Brain Wrap
(c) 1991 by Kirk Madison and Lewis D'Aubin
revised 2000 by Jeff King

Brain Wrap

The brain - it's between your ears
Finally here
Cold fact what you suckas fear
It's in your head, born and bred
If you didn't have a brain you'd probably be brain dead (Filbert!)
Situated below the cerebral cortex
Into the cerebellum, cold in effect
Is the medulla and I'm not foolin'
Frontin' and grillin', come on chillin' and coolin' in Brooklyn!
Hangin' in tha home hood
You need a brain if you wanna make good
Crips at my crib stagin' a drive-by
Homey's in tha corner on crack you know he's brain fried
I pulled a nine millimeter and told 'em to stop
Shots rang out, one of them killed a cop
I proceeded to aim and shoot ya boy in the face
You know a brain is a terrible thing to waste

Yo Brain! Your Brain! Your Brain!
Come on, git it up git it up!
Brain! Your Brain! Your Brain!
Come on, git it up git it up!
Brain! Your Brain! Your Brain!
Come on, git it up git it up!
Brain! Yo Brain! Yo yo your... BRAIN!!!

Yo! I'm a lyrical poet
The rhymes are in my brain just in case you didn't notice
I'm on tha mic throwin' a dope rhyme
Def enuf to make you all go blind
Mastering tha beat with my cold crush posse
I'd make a rhyme here but nothing rhymes wit' posse
That's cause my brain was trained by tha maestro
James Brown, a man I think we all know
With the girlies sittin' in the front row
I'm gettin' bizay after tha show
Kissin' and touchin' and strokin' her gently
In my Mercedes, Lexus or Bentley
Or any of tha other cars that I own
Except for my bodyguard we'll be alone
He won't hear us cause he is so def
Paid to protect you, his name is Big Jeff
That night we go to a party
Everybody's there Oh @#$%
Busta Rhymes, eminem, and ma homey Master P,
Juvenile, Fred Durst and O.D.B.
I hypnotize them with my brain power
Bustin' a rhyme gettin' richer by tha hour
And why not cause they paid me to come here
The rhymes flow from my mouth to your ear
They enter your brain and cause a reaction
Dope beat called a brain contraction
I'll make you dance till you suckas get sore feet
Your brain can't handle this stupid fresh bass beat
Harder than Puff Daddy, tougher than Kid Rock
And all the rest of you bustas can lick my

Brain! Yo Brain! Yo Brain!
Come on, git it up git it up!
Brain! Yo Brain! Yo Brain!
Come on, git it up git it up!
Brain! Yo Brain! Yo Brain!
Come on, git it up git it up!
Brain! Yo Brain! Yo mutha #$%*in' BRAIN!!!

"Greetings from the future. I come from a society consisting entirely of D.J.'s" "WHAT?!?? You don't mean..." "Yes Dr. Pinkerton... in my time THERE ARE NO MORE M.C.'s! So you will have to rap for us!" "Of course... a rhythmic discourse - about the brain!"

Here's another remake of a song from the original cassette, and a very popular song as well. The lyrics to this song were originally written back in 1991, in Calculus class (I failed calc that year...) and grafted onto a ridiculous beat that was derived from Depeche Mode's 'Master and Servant' in an attempt to annoy Kirk's girlfriend. We ended up slowing the beat, and everything else, down, generating a real brain dead delivery.

We have had a lot of fun with this one onstage since the very early C.O.G. shows. My old guitarist Dr. Wissenschaft used to wear a large digital clock (blinking 12:00) around his neck during this song. I remember people at early shows pointedly ignoring us during the heavy metal songs, then getting up and getting down when the beat started for Brain Wrap!

As funny as the original version of the song was, it was getting pretty moldy by 2000, and so Jeff decided to freshen it up by giving it a Limp Bizkit rap/rock treatment with heavy guitars and revised lyrics. Jeff actually performed the lyrics on the CD. Onstage, I do the rap, and lately the 'party' namecheck has had 'ODB' replaced by 'Dr. Z' (ODB couldn't make it... he's dead!)

Drums...........Jeff King
Guitars.........Jeff King
Bass............Jim Fairchild
Lead vocal......Jeff King
Backing vocals..Jeff King, Lewis D'Aubin
Recorded and mixed 2001 at C.O.G. Secret Lab, Harahan LA