Brenda, Brenda
You can call him with your agendas
He the father, send your sins up
To the alter, heaven rinse us
Praise the Lord
They just had to let the beast go
Never liked the peace folk
Should've never gave you people
Access to key codes, now the spirits in the buildin'
Story that the priest told, or how the heat throw
With timbs and the peacoat, I know what the streets know
Who you think I speak for? Know this got that juice
Nasty like Tampico, crafty with the lingo
Flashy with the jewels, but never touch a few Ls
'Cause I don't think you do well, find me on Pulaski
Catfish at Duwell's, or on my way to Cali
Like James with the two Ls that sit in the nutshell
Nothin's sweet, bluebell, she just recess
Didn't you hear the school bell? Fresh yea, new smell
Mind state do tell, high stakes and screw face
They open like I'm two-twelve, Beethoven with the Papyrus
Energy catalyst, rattlin' your clavicle
Count me in abacus, calamities, upwards
Over average buzzwords, the expletive expert
Without usin' cuss words
Brenda, Brenda (yeah)
You can call him, with your agendas (state)
He the father, send your sins up
To the altar, heaven rinse us
Praise the Lord
Spirit got my diction open, pit of fire, sea of smoke
Pullin' from a place that's broken, glued together that's the notion
I will only spew the truth, be the light, teach the youth
The basement days are over now, far from when I claimed uncouth
Those who really know me, got that line like it's an L-train
Never did it for fame, mostly use my right brain
Spiritually in balance, like I practice kundalini
Close to goin' veggie, make my pasta with zucchini
I live my life Jamaica, meanin' everything is irie
Searchin' for the soul? Then I recommend you try me
Abstract is the mind state, and my state will continue
Pushin' culture forward with this music, true essentials
Who He? Where He sent you? God don't make mistakes here
Baptise you in a lyrics, y'all gon' stay awake here
I know what's at stake here, we ain't talkin' red meat
I'm talkin' evolution, we evolve you from the deadbeat
Brenda, Brenda
You can call him, with your agendas
He the father, send your sins up
To the altar, heaven rinse us
Praise the Lord