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Station Identification

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Station Identification was released on January 1, 1995 by Capitol Records (CAP) as a part of the album Station Identification

Song Details

AlbumStation Identification

Release DateJanuary 1, 1995

LabelCapitol Records (CAP)

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM84

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Channel Live

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Rheji Burrell

Composer

Hokiem Green

Composer

Vincent Morgan

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Rheji Burrell

Producer

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 seems to get me higher

Like the Buddha, bless the sess when I'm smoking

Hawaiian when I'm rhyming cause there ain't no time for choking

Just lyrical bliss from the depths of the abyss

Rotating lyrical rhythms like the motions of the wrist

On a fag, I rag, whack MC's like Maxi

Pass, you can't see me

Intellectually you're shallow, mentally you're just starving

I'm rolling on 'em like Calvin Butts up in Harlem

With metaphors, fucking on a clip

I make a rapper trip like white chicks in horror flicks

Identify your station, no adjustment

I'm transmitting, I'm giving MC's division

Through diction, cut 'em in half, check the math

Like magicians inflicting pain on membranes

I'm running shit and killing flows like sewer drains

I maintain no static feedback when I attack

Like Jack Keel, hosts will kneel down as I appeal to the masses

I slash kids to ashes and dust is struck

As I construct skills to build, I don't be giving a fuck

Like Chastity, my capacities are limited

With no gimmick kids can't figure my structure like pyramids

I'm spirited like psychic and dead men resurrected

My wisdom's like prisms when light gets reflected

Check it, my lyrical missiles I heat suckers seeking

Never weakening, feeding off wack rhymers gives me strength and

I lengthen with no measure

Cause I'm the ruler of styles, I rock it

The unidentified flowing object

Yo, I'm not saying we the best, I'm

Just saying it's time to up the ante

So why did you start using big words?

Cause I can

Why'd you start rhyming?

Cause it ain't like what I was hearing

Time for a station, identification

Wack rappers open up your eyes, time for lyrical elevation

But you can't handle when I channel

Energy through mental panels, melting membranes like candles

Disintegrating mental matter into ashes

Stepping up to rappers just like the Titan clashes

Bashing eyelashes, my lyrical energy travels fastest

When propelled by the leaves of Hawaiian

Hardcore rap is about skills so why do gangsters keep trying?

I'm breaking all these motherfuckers like Beat Street

I beat other rappers like Sega beats beats

The beat meets vocal technique like Panasonic

My rhythm moves in motion cause my skills is like bionic

Identification, station switches with my lyrical hydraulics

I'm cosmic, the unidentified flowing object

I find that you can't define this

Other rappers are blind to this, I'm seeing

You're bleeding from your sinuses

Cause I'm on a higher plane, I 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

Cause I be flipping and balancing beams

Of radiation, devastation you're facing, no tracing

You can't sketch a figure, abstract, no bullet guts

If you're wack my rhymes'll trigger, you're dying quicker

I jack cause I rip a weak ass rapper

I shatter, toss 'em, toss 'em

With more erratic flow patterns than in the wars so

Females, you need real, 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 with correctness

I'm defying like death is

Open up your ears and open up your eyes and

Check your station, check your station

Open up your ears and open up your eyes and

Check your station, yo check your station

Open up your ears and open up your eyes and

Tell those kids better check they station

Yo these kids better check their station

Open up your ears and open up your eyes and

Check your station, identification

Open up your ears and open up your eyes and

Yo check your station yo it's time to come real now yo

Open up your ears and open up your eyes and

Check your station, identification

Where you at in '94?

Written by: Hakim Green, Rheji Burrell, Vincent Morgan

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