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  • Текст песни Channel Live - Station Identification

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    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

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