[{"id":36683957,"name":"Reprogram (Remix)","trackName":"Reprogram (Remix)","artistName":"Channel Live","albumName":"Reprogram / Mad Izm (Remix)","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Internalize, externalize, check the exercise\nKick the lyricals, the buddah smoke help me reach my high\nMy eyes bloodshot, buckshot for the props\nSay what you didn't know, tell me why'd you sleep on Hak\nI'm not silly, Posturepedic, the boom bap, I need it\nTo get this shit correct, my style comes orthopedic\nGet off my dick, fucker, don't play me for no sucker\nHerb, I'm not a nerd, I smoke blunts and kick verbs\nWhen I serve, you're like Agassi, pure agony and terror\nTry to catch the beam of light reflected in the mirror\nNever basic, shit is dope 'cause I laced it with the flow\nIgnorance is a sin when in my cypher, so you know\nInfinite potential, residential is Z-O\nIlltown, New Jersey, if you heard me, Glock the bo\n1, 2, 3, BDP troops hard\nAny questions? I was blessed with lessons from God\n\n3-6-0 Is the flow\nI got so many styles, I could full circle\nI treat you like a jockstrap 'cause it's my dick you jock\nI got more props than Hollywood backdrops\nI swing your head like back and forth like tennis\nYou got no lifestyle 'cause your style don't exist\nI got the gold for the green, blowin' yellow hits\nI treat MC's like red lights 'cause I be runnin' shit\nCausin' drama, rip heads crazy like J. Dahmer\nI'm hot like a puff goose bomber\nAnd spittin' on your crews that refuse to lose\nAnd get bruised, rap's got credit, I paid dues\nI am me, don't try me, G\nI rip the beef off the back, you're fuckin' with the lion in me\nI got troops for suits or groups\nThat wanna stoop to get slowed down like parachutes\nRippin' shit, my flavor kicks like En Vogue hits\nSo hold on, you'll never ever fuckin' get it\n\nPass the boom bap for the rap intoxicated\nPass the boom bap to get my head elevated\nYour man hesitated, got done with the quickness\n'Cause the BDP crew always rolls with the thickness\nI'm soakin' up your flow, on your neck I got the bounty\nI heard you're hot and wearin' a Jheri curl in Compton County\nIt's Channel Live, I'm touchin' on your brain like that\nWith the flavor for the roughneck that thinks abstract\nWhen the chronic hits, I throw fits like epileptics\nIf you can't understand it, motherfucker, just respect it\n\nRethink, replan, refine, react and redefine\nRewind this ridiculous rhythm and recline\nRealize as I reword, restructure\nThe rap game, you can't resist or recover\nBrother, I'm like no other, I smother\nFrom the sublevel thoughts, deeper than the movie cover\nBut I'm not like Larry Fishburne, the mic burns\nI rap with no delay, I turn more styles than the subway","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Reprogram (Remix)\n  artist: Channel Live\n  album: Reprogram / Mad Izm (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Internalize, externalize, check the exercise\n  Kick the lyricals, the buddah smoke help me reach my high\n  My eyes bloodshot, buckshot for the props\n  Say what you didn't know, tell me why'd you sleep on Hak\n  I'm not silly, Posturepedic, the boom bap, I need it\n  To get this shit correct, my style comes orthopedic\n  Get off my dick, fucker, don't play me for no sucker\n  Herb, I'm not a nerd, I smoke blunts and kick verbs\n  When I serve, you're like Agassi, pure agony and terror\n  Try to catch the beam of light reflected in the mirror\n  Never basic, shit is dope 'cause I laced it with the flow\n  Ignorance is a sin when in my cypher, so you know\n  Infinite potential, residential is Z-O\n  Illtown, New Jersey, if you heard me, Glock the bo\n  1, 2, 3, BDP troops hard\n  Any questions? I was blessed with lessons from God\n\n  3-6-0 Is the flow\n  I got so many styles, I could full circle\n  I treat you like a jockstrap 'cause it's my dick you jock\n  I got more props than Hollywood backdrops\n  I swing your head like back and forth like tennis\n  You got no lifestyle 'cause your style don't exist\n  I got the gold for the green, blowin' yellow hits\n  I treat MC's like red lights 'cause I be runnin' shit\n  Causin' drama, rip heads crazy like J. Dahmer\n  I'm hot like a puff goose bomber\n  And spittin' on your crews that refuse to lose\n  And get bruised, rap's got credit, I paid dues\n  I am me, don't try me, G\n  I rip the beef off the back, you're fuckin' with the lion in me\n  I got troops for suits or groups\n  That wanna stoop to get slowed down like parachutes\n  Rippin' shit, my flavor kicks like En Vogue hits\n  So hold on, you'll never ever fuckin' get it\n\n  Pass the boom bap for the rap intoxicated\n  Pass the boom bap to get my head elevated\n  Your man hesitated, got done with the quickness\n  'Cause the BDP crew always rolls with the thickness\n  I'm soakin' up your flow, on your neck I got the bounty\n  I heard you're hot and wearin' a Jheri curl in Compton County\n  It's Channel Live, I'm touchin' on your brain like that\n  With the flavor for the roughneck that thinks abstract\n  When the chronic hits, I throw fits like epileptics\n  If you can't understand it, motherfucker, just respect it\n\n  Rethink, replan, refine, react and redefine\n  Rewind this ridiculous rhythm and recline\n  Realize as I reword, restructure\n  The rap game, you can't resist or recover\n  Brother, I'm like no other, I smother\n  From the sublevel thoughts, deeper than the movie cover\n  But I'm not like Larry Fishburne, the mic burns\n  I rap with no delay, I turn more styles than the subway\n"},{"id":2509094,"name":"Reprogram","trackName":"Reprogram","artistName":"Channel Live","albumName":"Station Identification","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Internalize, externalize, check the exercise\nKick the lyricals, the buddha smoke\nHelp me reach my high\nMy eyes bloodshot, buckshot, for the props\nSay what you didn't know tell me\nWhy'd you sleep on Hak'\nI'm not Sealy Posturepedic, the +Boom Bap+\nI need it to get this shit correct\nMy style comes orthopedic\nGet off my dick fucker\nDon't play me for no sucker\nHerb I'm not a nerd I\nSmoke blunts and kick verbs\nWhen I serve ya like Agassi\nPure agony of terror\nTry to catch the beam of\nLight reflected in the mirror\nNever basic shit is dope cause I\nLaced it with the flow\nIgnorance is a sin when in\nMy cyper so you know\nInfinite potential, residental is the ol'\nIlltown New Jersey if you heard\nMe Glock the bow\nOne two three BDP troops hard\nAny questions I was blessed\nWith lessons from God\nThree, six, oh is the flow\nI got so many styles I come full circle\nI treat you like a jock strap\nCause it's my dick you jock\nI got more props than Hollywood backdrops\nI swing your head like back\nAnd forth like tennis\nYou got no lifestyle cause\nYour style don't exist\nI got the code for the\nGreen flow and yellow hit's\nI treat MC's like red lights\nCause I be runnin shit\nCausin drama, repents crazy like J dahmer\nI'm hot like a puff goose bomber\nAnd spittin on your crews\nAnd re-fuse to lose\nAnd get bruised rap's got breaded, I pay dues\nI am me, don't try me G\nI rip the beef off your back\nYou fuckin with the lion in me\nI got troops, for soups or groups\nThey wanna stoop they get\nSLOWED DOWN like parachutes\nRippin ship my flavor kicks\nLike Ken-Bo kicks\nSo hold on, you never ever fuckin get it\nPass the +Boom Bap+ for the rap intoxicated\nPass the +Boom Bap+ to get my head elevated\nYour man hesitated got done\nWith the quickness cause the BDP crew\nAlways rolls with the thickness\nI'm soakin up your flow\nOn your neck I got the bounty\nI heard you're hot and wearin a\nJheri Curl in Compton County\nIt's Channel Live\nI'm touchin on your brain like that\nWith the flavor for the\nRoughneck that thinks abstract\nWhen the chronic hit's\nI throw fit's like epileptics\nIf you can't understand it\nMotherfucker just respect it\n(Rethink, replan, refine - react and redefine\nRewind this ridiculous rhythm and recline\nRealize, as I reword, restructure\nThe rap game\nYou can't resist or recover brother\nI'm like no other, I smother\nFrom the sub level thoughts\n+Deeper+ than the movie\nBut I'm not like Larry Fishburne\nThe mic burns i rap with no delay\nI turn-more-styles than the subway)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Reprogram\n  artist: Channel Live\n  album: Station Identification\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Internalize, externalize, check the exercise\n  Kick the lyricals, the buddha smoke\n  Help me reach my high\n  My eyes bloodshot, buckshot, for the props\n  Say what you didn't know tell me\n  Why'd you sleep on Hak'\n  I'm not Sealy Posturepedic, the +Boom Bap+\n  I need it to get this shit correct\n  My style comes orthopedic\n  Get off my dick fucker\n  Don't play me for no sucker\n  Herb I'm not a nerd I\n  Smoke blunts and kick verbs\n  When I serve ya like Agassi\n  Pure agony of terror\n  Try to catch the beam of\n  Light reflected in the mirror\n  Never basic shit is dope cause I\n  Laced it with the flow\n  Ignorance is a sin when in\n  My cyper so you know\n  Infinite potential, residental is the ol'\n  Illtown New Jersey if you heard\n  Me Glock the bow\n  One two three BDP troops hard\n  Any questions I was blessed\n  With lessons from God\n  Three, six, oh is the flow\n  I got so many styles I come full circle\n  I treat you like a jock strap\n  Cause it's my dick you jock\n  I got more props than Hollywood backdrops\n  I swing your head like back\n  And forth like tennis\n  You got no lifestyle cause\n  Your style don't exist\n  I got the code for the\n  Green flow and yellow hit's\n  I treat MC's like red lights\n  Cause I be runnin shit\n  Causin drama, repents crazy like J dahmer\n  I'm hot like a puff goose bomber\n  And spittin on your crews\n  And re-fuse to lose\n  And get bruised rap's got breaded, I pay dues\n  I am me, don't try me G\n  I rip the beef off your back\n  You fuckin with the lion in me\n  I got troops, for soups or groups\n  They wanna stoop they get\n  SLOWED DOWN like parachutes\n  Rippin ship my flavor kicks\n  Like Ken-Bo kicks\n  So hold on, you never ever fuckin get it\n  Pass the +Boom Bap+ for the rap intoxicated\n  Pass the +Boom Bap+ to get my head elevated\n  Your man hesitated got done\n  With the quickness cause the BDP crew\n  Always rolls with the thickness\n  I'm soakin up your flow\n  On your neck I got the bounty\n  I heard you're hot and wearin a\n  Jheri Curl in Compton County\n  It's Channel Live\n  I'm touchin on your brain like that\n  With the flavor for the\n  Roughneck that thinks abstract\n  When the chronic hit's\n  I throw fit's like epileptics\n  If you can't understand it\n  Motherfucker just respect it\n  (Rethink, replan, refine - react and redefine\n  Rewind this ridiculous rhythm and recline\n  Realize, as I reword, restructure\n  The rap game\n  You can't resist or recover brother\n  I'm like no other, I smother\n  From the sub level thoughts\n  +Deeper+ than the movie\n  But I'm not like Larry Fishburne\n  The mic burns i rap with no delay\n  I turn-more-styles than the subway)\n"},{"id":39336714,"name":"Reprogram","trackName":"Reprogram","artistName":"Channel Live","albumName":"Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Internalize, externalize, check the exercise\nKick the lyricals, the buddha smoke\nHelp me reach my high\nMy eyes bloodshot, buckshot, for the props\nSay what you didn't know tell me\nWhy'd you sleep on Hak'\nI'm not Sealy Posturepedic, the +Boom Bap+\nI need it to get this shit correct\nMy style comes orthopedic\nGet off my dick fucker\nDon't play me for no sucker\nHerb I'm not a nerd I\nSmoke blunts and kick verbs\nWhen I serve ya like Agassi\nPure agony of terror\nTry to catch the beam of\nLight reflected in the mirror\nNever basic shit is dope cause I\nLaced it with the flow\nIgnorance is a sin when in\nMy cyper so you know\nInfinite potential, residental is the ol'\nIlltown New Jersey if you heard\nMe Glock the bow\nOne two three BDP troops hard\nAny questions I was blessed\nWith lessons from God\nThree, six, oh is the flow\nI got so many styles I come full circle\nI treat you like a jock strap\nCause it's my dick you jock\nI got more props than Hollywood backdrops\nI swing your head like back\nAnd forth like tennis\nYou got no lifestyle cause\nYour style don't exist\nI got the code for the\nGreen flow and yellow hit's\nI treat MC's like red lights\nCause I be runnin shit\nCausin drama, repents crazy like J dahmer\nI'm hot like a puff goose bomber\nAnd spittin on your crews\nAnd re-fuse to lose\nAnd get bruised rap's got breaded, I pay dues\nI am me, don't try me G\nI rip the beef off your back\nYou fuckin with the lion in me\nI got troops, for soups or groups\nThey wanna stoop they get\nSLOWED DOWN like parachutes\nRippin ship my flavor kicks\nLike Ken-Bo kicks\nSo hold on, you never ever fuckin get it\nPass the +Boom Bap+ for the rap intoxicated\nPass the +Boom Bap+ to get my head elevated\nYour man hesitated got done\nWith the quickness cause the BDP crew\nAlways rolls with the thickness\nI'm soakin up your flow\nOn your neck I got the bounty\nI heard you're hot and wearin a\nJheri Curl in Compton County\nIt's Channel Live\nI'm touchin on your brain like that\nWith the flavor for the\nRoughneck that thinks abstract\nWhen the chronic hit's\nI throw fit's like epileptics\nIf you can't understand it\nMotherfucker just respect it\n(Rethink, replan, refine - react and redefine\nRewind this ridiculous rhythm and recline\nRealize, as I reword, restructure\nThe rap game\nYou can't resist or recover brother\nI'm like no other, I smother\nFrom the sub level thoughts\n+Deeper+ than the movie\nBut I'm not like Larry Fishburne\nThe mic burns i rap with no delay\nI turn-more-styles than the subway)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Reprogram\n  artist: Channel Live\n  album: Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs\n  duration_ms: 230622\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Internalize, externalize, check the exercise\n  Kick the lyricals, the buddha smoke\n  Help me reach my high\n  My eyes bloodshot, buckshot, for the props\n  Say what you didn't know tell me\n  Why'd you sleep on Hak'\n  I'm not Sealy Posturepedic, the +Boom Bap+\n  I need it to get this shit correct\n  My style comes orthopedic\n  Get off my dick fucker\n  Don't play me for no sucker\n  Herb I'm not a nerd I\n  Smoke blunts and kick verbs\n  When I serve ya like Agassi\n  Pure agony of terror\n  Try to catch the beam of\n  Light reflected in the mirror\n  Never basic shit is dope cause I\n  Laced it with the flow\n  Ignorance is a sin when in\n  My cyper so you know\n  Infinite potential, residental is the ol'\n  Illtown New Jersey if you heard\n  Me Glock the bow\n  One two three BDP troops hard\n  Any questions I was blessed\n  With lessons from God\n  Three, six, oh is the flow\n  I got so many styles I come full circle\n  I treat you like a jock strap\n  Cause it's my dick you jock\n  I got more props than Hollywood backdrops\n  I swing your head like back\n  And forth like tennis\n  You got no lifestyle cause\n  Your style don't exist\n  I got the code for the\n  Green flow and yellow hit's\n  I treat MC's like red lights\n  Cause I be runnin shit\n  Causin drama, repents crazy like J dahmer\n  I'm hot like a puff goose bomber\n  And spittin on your crews\n  And re-fuse to lose\n  And get bruised rap's got breaded, I pay dues\n  I am me, don't try me G\n  I rip the beef off your back\n  You fuckin with the lion in me\n  I got troops, for soups or groups\n  They wanna stoop they get\n  SLOWED DOWN like parachutes\n  Rippin ship my flavor kicks\n  Like Ken-Bo kicks\n  So hold on, you never ever fuckin get it\n  Pass the +Boom Bap+ for the rap intoxicated\n  Pass the +Boom Bap+ to get my head elevated\n  Your man hesitated got done\n  With the quickness cause the BDP crew\n  Always rolls with the thickness\n  I'm soakin up your flow\n  On your neck I got the bounty\n  I heard you're hot and wearin a\n  Jheri Curl in Compton County\n  It's Channel Live\n  I'm touchin on your brain like that\n  With the flavor for the\n  Roughneck that thinks abstract\n  When the chronic hit's\n  I throw fit's like epileptics\n  If you can't understand it\n  Motherfucker just respect it\n  (Rethink, replan, refine - react and redefine\n  Rewind this ridiculous rhythm and recline\n  Realize, as I reword, restructure\n  The rap game\n  You can't resist or recover brother\n  I'm like no other, I smother\n  From the sub level thoughts\n  +Deeper+ than the movie\n  But I'm not like Larry Fishburne\n  The mic burns i rap with no delay\n  I turn-more-styles than the subway)\n"},{"id":25580952,"name":"What! (Cause And Effect)","trackName":"What! (Cause And Effect)","artistName":"Channel Live","albumName":"Reprogram VLS","duration":177.823,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Comin live and direct.\n\nWhat! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\nWhat! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\n\n[Verse One]\nSome rappers, would they be without the use of the word nigga?\nTime to make the switch, from the word bitch\nHere's the message, catch it, no more Steppen Fetchit\n(Rounds about clowns, here comes the verbal Hessian)\nModern day slaves, niggaz'll trade for the riches\nOur brothers ain't niggaz and our sisters ain't bitches\nMental psychosis, negative osmosis\nThere will be a pimp, with some new type hoe shit (yeahh)\nSelf-esteem knockin, yo I ain't your nucca\nYou call my moms a bitch, here comes the fist so buck up\nNigga means less than countin three-fifths\nConciousness seperates a woman from a bitch\nIf you visualize your woman as a bitch you'll treat her thus\nIf your woman is a bitch, then your daughter is a puppy\nRaised her as a slut, dog scratch the itch\nUp, Sugarwater taught her how to be a bitch\nSkip past the bitch, and treat her like a woman\nYour brother is your brother, not a nigga, fully human\nSo yo bust the track, this is how we act\nIf nigga/bitch is on the verbal it's time to counteract\n\nWhat! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\nWhat! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\n(Yo! I don't understand this shit man!\nSisters walkin around got it twisted\nBrothers rollin around like they holdin\nThe shit is out of control, it's out of control!)\n\n[Verse Two]\nCause and effects, effect equals the cause\nMust be a jig-saw puzzle\nBrother love the pieces put together\nIllfully clever misfits, bitches to bitches\nBitch-made sister, made hoe by the mister\nBroke by my fist-a, I'm fed up, head up with conclusions\nMass confusion from the words we be usin, or choosin\nA lingo, hatches, matches like bingo, nigga\nNigga makes a nigga pull the trigger on another\nYo brother equals brother\nNigga pulls bitch so deep in the ditch of degradation\nBut little is my civil-, this my -lization\nMakes nation, station, vary like a letter\nThe header from my dick, N.W.A. fits\nLike a dog to a bitch, nigga equals hypocrite\nNo portion of the foots, the foot don't fit\nIn the shoe and I choose to be effects of the cause\nApplause because the black's breakin bitch-nigga laws\nLaws of the tracks, niggaz to blacks\nSo stop the nigga/bitch, yo what's up with that diss?\n\nWhat! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\nWhat! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\n(Yo yo! Hold up hold up, all this tits and ass\nSisters showin all they glands\nYo, act like the queens that you supposed to be)\nWhat! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\nWhat! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\n(Brothers, yo, you better recognize\nCause right now we gotta start this shit up man\nYo, this shit is out of control, it's out of control!)\n\n[Ad libs \"it's out of control\" to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What! (Cause And Effect)\n  artist: Channel Live\n  album: Reprogram VLS\n  duration_ms: 177823\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Comin live and direct.\n\n  What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\n  What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\n\n  [Verse One]\n  Some rappers, would they be without the use of the word nigga?\n  Time to make the switch, from the word bitch\n  Here's the message, catch it, no more Steppen Fetchit\n  (Rounds about clowns, here comes the verbal Hessian)\n  Modern day slaves, niggaz'll trade for the riches\n  Our brothers ain't niggaz and our sisters ain't bitches\n  Mental psychosis, negative osmosis\n  There will be a pimp, with some new type hoe shit (yeahh)\n  Self-esteem knockin, yo I ain't your nucca\n  You call my moms a bitch, here comes the fist so buck up\n  Nigga means less than countin three-fifths\n  Conciousness seperates a woman from a bitch\n  If you visualize your woman as a bitch you'll treat her thus\n  If your woman is a bitch, then your daughter is a puppy\n  Raised her as a slut, dog scratch the itch\n  Up, Sugarwater taught her how to be a bitch\n  Skip past the bitch, and treat her like a woman\n  Your brother is your brother, not a nigga, fully human\n  So yo bust the track, this is how we act\n  If nigga/bitch is on the verbal it's time to counteract\n\n  What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\n  What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\n  (Yo! I don't understand this shit man!\n  Sisters walkin around got it twisted\n  Brothers rollin around like they holdin\n  The shit is out of control, it's out of control!)\n\n  [Verse Two]\n  Cause and effects, effect equals the cause\n  Must be a jig-saw puzzle\n  Brother love the pieces put together\n  Illfully clever misfits, bitches to bitches\n  Bitch-made sister, made hoe by the mister\n  Broke by my fist-a, I'm fed up, head up with conclusions\n  Mass confusion from the words we be usin, or choosin\n  A lingo, hatches, matches like bingo, nigga\n  Nigga makes a nigga pull the trigger on another\n  Yo brother equals brother\n  Nigga pulls bitch so deep in the ditch of degradation\n  But little is my civil-, this my -lization\n  Makes nation, station, vary like a letter\n  The header from my dick, N.W.A. fits\n  Like a dog to a bitch, nigga equals hypocrite\n  No portion of the foots, the foot don't fit\n  In the shoe and I choose to be effects of the cause\n  Applause because the black's breakin bitch-nigga laws\n  Laws of the tracks, niggaz to blacks\n  So stop the nigga/bitch, yo what's up with that diss?\n\n  What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\n  What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\n  (Yo yo! Hold up hold up, all this tits and ass\n  Sisters showin all they glands\n  Yo, act like the queens that you supposed to be)\n  What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\n  What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What!\n  (Brothers, yo, you better recognize\n  Cause right now we gotta start this shit up man\n  Yo, this shit is out of control, it's out of control!)\n\n  [Ad libs \"it's out of control\" to the end]\n"},{"id":36381934,"name":"Mad Izm (Original Buckwild '95 Remix)","trackName":"Mad Izm (Original Buckwild '95 Remix)","artistName":"Channel Live","albumName":"Reprogram / Mad Izm (Remix)","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uhh! Yeahhh\nI know you're diggin this type of shit right here\nWe about to spark it on the mic yeahhh\nCome on!\n\nThe episode starts when I walk down the block kid\nReach in my poc ket yo where's my knot it\nFollows me into the spot come tellin\nGo check the dread and yes he's herb selling\nA punani gate I'm a potential felon\nIzm is smelling, like I ain't even telling\nChannel one two, I'm smashing the law\nChannel three, I make a run to the store\nChannel four leave the store with the Phillie blunts I...\nSpark the izm, I'm off to Channel Live\n\nWake up in the morning got the yearning for herb\nwhich loosens up the nouns, metaphors, and verbs\nAnd adjectives, ain't it magic kid what I'm kicking\nMulti-flavored bags of sess, for the picking\nSo listen to the izm as it talks nonstop\nHawaiian when I'm rhymin but so is the chocolate thai\nNow the high, starts to settle\nKickin fat lyrics that rocks, like heavy metal\n\nI'm comin out de dance wif de spliff of sensei\nWhen I speak, big up Mack, L.O., and Malik\nLike John Lennon, yes I'm I-C-M'n\nI start grinnin, and syllables start bendin\nMy style is untangible, like a wild animal\nCheck the label as it goes around it's called Capitol\nThat's what I'm smacking you with cuz it's easy\nLike Lionel Richie, your whole style is bitchy\nSwitch me, mix me, somebody get me\nDon't let me rip out my clothes like Bill Bixby\nGripping the microphone until I'm motherfucking sixty\nSmoking the indo, by the window, it's sticky\n\nSpark the izm, my expertism, is lyricism\nMy flow will take you over, like I was hypnotism\nSo where's the lighter, to decipher, the skills that I'm bringing\nHyper than a little kid on ginseng roots\nAnd culture, my intellect will insult ya\nFinish off your dead mind like a vulture\nI gotta get mine, get a grip\nCuz there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, FUCK THAT!\nBut ninety-four I bring the skills back\nSo listen now I'm doing what I want to do and sparking mad izm\n\nAll we do is spark mad izm\n\nI come with notions, deeper than the ocean\nCheck out my potion, mad rhythm in the motion\nThe izm, brings the wisdom, when I kick it on the rhythm\nCheck it how I rock it in a cipher\nDesire, takes you higher, lyrical messiah\n(yo yo yo yo yo pass the lighter)\nCounterclockwise I rise like the sun\nNow feel the heat from the rays of the gun\nShooting out the mental mist\nHow you gonna know the real shit when your style's counterfeit?\n\nHis shit is counterfeit cuz he's motherfucking phony\nCome into the jam try to front like he know me\nHah! 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Dahmer\nI'm hot like a puff goose bomber\nAnd spittin' on your crews that refuse to lose\nAnd get bruised, rap's got credit, I paid dues\nI am me, don't try me, G\nI rip the beef off the back, you're fuckin' with the lion in me\nI got troops for suits or groups\nThat wanna stoop to get slowed down like parachutes\nRippin' shit, my flavor kicks like En Vogue hits\nSo hold on, you'll never ever fuckin' get it\n\nPass the boom bap for the rap intoxicated\nPass the boom bap to get my head elevated\nYour man hesitated, got done with the quickness\n'Cause the BDP crew always rolls with the thickness\nI'm soakin' up your flow, on your neck I got the bounty\nI heard you're hot and wearin' a Jheri curl in Compton County\nIt's Channel Live, I'm touchin' on your brain like that\nWith the flavor for the roughneck that thinks abstract\nWhen the chronic hits, I throw fits like epileptics\nIf you can't understand it, motherfucker, just respect it\n\nRethink, replan, refine, react and redefine\nRewind this ridiculous rhythm and recline\nRealize as I reword, restructure\nThe rap game, you can't resist or recover\nBrother, I'm like no other, I smother\nFrom the sublevel thoughts, deeper than the movie cover\nBut I'm not like Larry Fishburne, the mic burns\nI rap with no delay, I turn more styles than the subway","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Reprogram (Choppin' Mastah Remix Instrumental)\n  artist: Channel Live\n  album: The Complete Remix Series\n  duration_ms: 231027\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Internalize, externalize, check the exercise\n  Kick the lyricals, the buddah smoke help me reach my high\n  My eyes bloodshot, buckshot for the props\n  Say what you didn't know, tell me why'd you sleep on Hak\n  I'm not silly, Posturepedic, the boom bap, I need it\n  To get this shit correct, my style comes orthopedic\n  Get off my dick, fucker, don't play me for no sucker\n  Herb, I'm not a nerd, I smoke blunts and kick verbs\n  When I serve, you're like Agassi, pure agony and terror\n  Try to catch the beam of light reflected in the mirror\n  Never basic, shit is dope 'cause I laced it with the flow\n  Ignorance is a sin when in my cypher, so you know\n  Infinite potential, residential is Z-O\n  Illtown, New Jersey, if you heard me, Glock the bo\n  1, 2, 3, BDP troops hard\n  Any questions? I was blessed with lessons from God\n\n  3-6-0 Is the flow\n  I got so many styles, I could full circle\n  I treat you like a jockstrap 'cause it's my dick you jock\n  I got more props than Hollywood backdrops\n  I swing your head like back and forth like tennis\n  You got no lifestyle 'cause your style don't exist\n  I got the gold for the green, blowin' yellow hits\n  I treat MC's like red lights 'cause I be runnin' shit\n  Causin' drama, rip heads crazy like J. Dahmer\n  I'm hot like a puff goose bomber\n  And spittin' on your crews that refuse to lose\n  And get bruised, rap's got credit, I paid dues\n  I am me, don't try me, G\n  I rip the beef off the back, you're fuckin' with the lion in me\n  I got troops for suits or groups\n  That wanna stoop to get slowed down like parachutes\n  Rippin' shit, my flavor kicks like En Vogue hits\n  So hold on, you'll never ever fuckin' get it\n\n  Pass the boom bap for the rap intoxicated\n  Pass the boom bap to get my head elevated\n  Your man hesitated, got done with the quickness\n  'Cause the BDP crew always rolls with the thickness\n  I'm soakin' up your flow, on your neck I got the bounty\n  I heard you're hot and wearin' a Jheri curl in Compton County\n  It's Channel Live, I'm touchin' on your brain like that\n  With the flavor for the roughneck that thinks abstract\n  When the chronic hits, I throw fits like epileptics\n  If you can't understand it, motherfucker, just respect it\n\n  Rethink, replan, refine, react and redefine\n  Rewind this ridiculous rhythm and recline\n  Realize as I reword, restructure\n  The rap game, you can't resist or recover\n  Brother, I'm like no other, I smother\n  From the sublevel thoughts, deeper than the movie cover\n  But I'm not like Larry Fishburne, the mic burns\n  I rap with no delay, I turn more styles than the subway\n"}]