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Bionic (Radio Edit)
5,189
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bionic (Radio Edit) was released on January 1, 1997 by ABB Records as a part of the album Bionic / Change & Switch - EP
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1997
LabelABB Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

Lyrics

D to the E, F to the A, R to the I
"Lock shit down"
Six million is what it cost them
To put back together that cat Steve Austin
Now Defari gets Bionic
Over 6 million tracks with 10 million topics
I'm fiber optic, crystal clear with my projection
Wack MC's get clothes-lined when they walk across my intersection
They need protection
Some guidance, some right direction
A Job Center, with application for a new profession
Never set for nothing less, I blaze contests
And set shop for pay days
In strange ways, life twist and turn
Word to Gang Starr, in this business, skrilla Hard To Earn
I format, attack, new knack technique
Speak with a passion on wax and tape and CD
Mad **** front for paper
And switch like a bitch, in and out like a crossfader
All I know is how to rock shit
They say the hotter the MC, the hotter the spot get
"Lock shit down"
It's the coming
Of the bionic
Defari here to
"Lock shit down"
See, I got books of lyrics on deck like Tash
Pocket full of cash, ready to bounce, rollin' slash
Cedar and hash
Pro Tour in the Masters
Grab the mic, flex my wrists and hit like Sampras
Handle this
Make you believe, like an evangelist (What?)
That real MC's are coming to reclaim Los Angeles
And here's our standing chance
To finally get my time to shine
In the Golden State, like Sprewell out the hatch
"Lock–" "Lock–"
This heat is hot, it make me lock like astronaut
Like Herut said, that shit for my people when we blow spots
Pause
Freeze
My steez rolls like E's, V12s, trees and seven seas
If you didn't know champ
Defari Herut is a Lowland brother from the Likwit camp
It's the coming
Of the bionic
Defari here to
"Lock shit down"
Wack MC's get damaged, like civilized to savage
Sharp lyrics cut deep wounds, these **** need bandages
They can't handle this Los Angeles
Relentless pressure
Full-court measure for measure
I'm like Pitino, a game plan Gambino
Where every verse starts with defense first, like a casino
Every minute, every hour, I use brain power
For Mr. Space Shuttle Challenger, I devour
A Tower like Eiffel
Bust off verses like rifles
Bust all bullets through flesh, unless you're wearing a vest
And even then, I still enter
The human form of a splinter
The summer, fall, spring, winter
"Lock–" "Lock–"
Likwit crew member
Champion contender
Holy, like the month of December
The raw prototype member
It's the coming
Of the bionic
Defari here to
"Lock shit down"
Written by: Defari
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