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Reprogram

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Reprogram wurde am 1. Januar 1995 von Capitol Records (CAP) als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtStation Identification

Songdetails

AlbumStation Identification

Veröffentlichungsdatum1. Januar 1995

LabelCapitol Records (CAP)

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM81

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Channel Live

Performer

KRS-One

Turntables

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kris Parker

Composer

Hokiem Green

Composer

Vincent Morgan

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Kris Parker

Producer

KRS-One

Producer

Norty Cotto

Engineer

Songtexte

Internalize, externalize, check the exercise

Kick the lyricals, the buddah smoke help me reach my high

My eyes bloodshot, buckshot for the props

Say what you didn't know, tell me why'd you sleep on Hak

I'm not silly, Posturepedic, the boom bap, I need it

To get this shit correct, my style comes orthopedic

Get off my dick, fucker, don't play me for no sucker

Herb, I'm not a nerd, I smoke blunts and kick verbs

When I serve, you're like Agassi, pure agony and terror

Try to catch the beam of light reflected in the mirror

Never basic, shit is dope 'cause I laced it with the flow

Ignorance is a sin when in my cypher, so you know

Infinite potential, residential is Z-O

Illtown, New Jersey, if you heard me, Glock the bo

1, 2, 3, BDP troops hard

Any questions? I was blessed with lessons from God

3-6-0 Is the flow

I got so many styles, I could full circle

I treat you like a jockstrap 'cause it's my dick you jock

I got more props than Hollywood backdrops

I swing your head like back and forth like tennis

You got no lifestyle 'cause your style don't exist

I got the gold for the green, blowin' yellow hits

I treat MC's like red lights 'cause I be runnin' shit

Causin' drama, rip heads crazy like J. Dahmer

I'm hot like a puff goose bomber

And spittin' on your crews that refuse to lose

And get bruised, rap's got credit, I paid dues

I am me, don't try me, G

I rip the beef off the back, you're fuckin' with the lion in me

I got troops for suits or groups

That wanna stoop to get slowed down like parachutes

Rippin' shit, my flavor kicks like En Vogue hits

So hold on, you'll never ever fuckin' get it

Pass the boom bap for the rap intoxicated

Pass the boom bap to get my head elevated

Your man hesitated, got done with the quickness

'Cause the BDP crew always rolls with the thickness

I'm soakin' up your flow, on your neck I got the bounty

I heard you're hot and wearin' a Jheri curl in Compton County

It's Channel Live, I'm touchin' on your brain like that

With the flavor for the roughneck that thinks abstract

When the chronic hits, I throw fits like epileptics

If you can't understand it, motherfucker, just respect it

Rethink, replan, refine, react and redefine

Rewind this ridiculous rhythm and recline

Realize as I reword, restructure

The rap game, you can't resist or recover

Brother, I'm like no other, I smother

From the sublevel thoughts, deeper than the movie cover

But I'm not like Larry Fishburne, the mic burns

I rap with no delay, I turn more styles than the subway

Written by: Hokiem Green, Kris Parker, Lawrence Parker, Vincent Morgan

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