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Station Identification

Channel Live

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Lyrics

What's your station identification I spark a mental cypher lasting down through revelations Take a trip into my mental cypher, I get hyper Sniping-ass MC's, seem to get me higher Like the buddah, bless the cess when I'm smoking Hawaiian when I'm rhymin cuz there ain't no time for joking Just lyrical bliss from the depths of the abyss Rotating lyrical rhythms like the motions of the wrist On a fag, I rag, wack MC's like Maxi Pads, you can't see me Intellectually, you shallow, mentally, you're just starving I'm rollin on em like Calvin Butts up in Harlem Wit metaphors, fuck a nine and clip I make a rapper trip like white chicks in horror flicks Identify your station or? adjustment? I'm transmitting, I'm giving MC's division, through diction Cut em half, check the math, like magician Conflicting pain on membranes I'm running shit and killing flows like some wet dreams I maintain, no static feedback when I attack Like Shaquille, oh so neal down as I appeal to the masses I slash kids to ashes and dust, get strucked As I construct skills that build, I don't be giving a fuck Like chastity, my compacity's unlimited Wit no gimmick, kids can't figure my structure like pyramids I'm spirited like psychic and dead men resurrected My wisdon's like prisms when light gets reflected, check it My lyrical missiles, like heat suckers seeking Never weakening, feeding off wack rhymers give me strength Then I lenghten, wit no measure Cuz I'm the ruler of styles, I rocket, the unidentify flowing object Time for a station, identification Wack rappers, open up your eyes, time for lyrical elevation But you can't handle when I channel Entering through mental panels, melting membranes like candles Disintegrating mental matter, into ashes Steppin up to rappers, just like the Titan Clashes Bash an eyelash, my lyrical energy travels fastest When propel by the leaves of Hawaii Hardcore raps is about skills, so why do gangstas keep trying I'm breakin on these muthafuckas like beat, street I beat other rappers like? sega beats needs to beat meets? Vocal technique like Panasonic My rhythm moves in motion cuz my skills is like bionic Identification, station switched wit my lyrical hydraulics I'm cosmic, the unidentify flowing object I find that you can't defined this, other rappers are blind to this I'm seeing, you're bleeding from your sinuses Cuz I'm on a higher plane, I'll be frying brains I crack heads like cocaine addicts, automatic Dramatic, I break backs, I'm chiropractic I got mad, drastic tactics and static Gymnastic styles it seems Cuz I be flippin and balancing beams Of radiation, devastation, you're facing, no tracing You can't sketch a figure, abstract, no bullet gaps If you're wack, my rhymes are triggered, you're dying quicker I jack, cuz I rip a weak-ass rapper, I shatter Cross em, toss em, the more erratic, flow patterns them in the war zone Females, you need brail, you can't see what I'm speaking In fact, your delinquency can't see my frequency I speak to thee in tongues like the exorcist You can't test this, I resurrect wit correctness I'm defying like death is Open up your eyes and, open up your ears and Check your station, check your station (3x) Open up your eyes and, open up your ears and Check your station, identification Open up your eyes and, open up your ears and Check your station, yo, it's time to come real, now yo Open up your eyes and, open up your ears and Check your station identification, where you at in '94
Writer(s): Reginald Burrell, Hokeim Green, Vincent Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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