[{"id":2509157,"name":"Station Identification","trackName":"Station Identification","artistName":"Channel Live","albumName":"Station Identification","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's your station identification\nI spark a mental cypher lasting down through revelations\nTake a trip into my mental cypher, I get hyper\nSniping-ass MC's, seem to get me higher\nLike the buddah, bless the cess when I'm smoking\n\nHawaiian when I'm rhymin cuz there ain't no time for joking\nJust lyrical bliss from the depths of the abyss\nRotating lyrical rhythms like the motions of the wrist\nOn a fag, I rag, wack MC's like Maxi\nPads, you can't see me\nIntellectually, you shallow, mentally, you're just starving\nI'm rollin on em like Calvin Butts up in Harlem\nWit metaphors, fuck a nine and clip\nI make a rapper trip like white chicks in horror flicks\n\nIdentify your station or? adjustment?\nI'm transmitting, I'm giving MC's division, through diction\nCut em half, check the math, like magician\nConflicting pain on membranes\nI'm running shit and killing flows like some wet dreams\nI maintain, no static feedback when I attack\nLike Shaquille, oh so neal down as I appeal to the masses\nI slash kids to ashes and dust, get strucked\nAs I construct skills that build, I don't be giving a fuck\nLike chastity, my compacity's unlimited\nWit no gimmick, kids can't figure my structure like pyramids\nI'm spirited like psychic and dead men resurrected\nMy wisdon's like prisms when light gets reflected, check it\nMy lyrical missiles, like heat suckers seeking\nNever weakening, feeding off wack rhymers give me strength\nThen I lenghten, wit no measure\nCuz I'm the ruler of styles, I rocket, the unidentify flowing object\n\nTime for a station, identification\nWack rappers, open up your eyes, time for lyrical elevation\nBut you can't handle when I channel\nEntering through mental panels, melting membranes like candles\nDisintegrating mental matter, into ashes\nSteppin up to rappers, just like the Titan Clashes\nBash an eyelash, my lyrical energy travels fastest\nWhen propel by the leaves of Hawaii\nHardcore raps is about skills, so why do gangstas keep trying\nI'm breakin on these muthafuckas like beat, street\nI beat other rappers like? sega beats needs to beat meets?\nVocal technique like Panasonic\nMy rhythm moves in motion cuz my skills is like bionic\nIdentification, station switched wit my lyrical hydraulics\nI'm cosmic, the unidentify flowing object\nI find that you can't defined this, other rappers are blind to this\nI'm seeing, you're bleeding from your sinuses\nCuz I'm on a higher plane, I'll be frying brains\nI crack heads like cocaine addicts, automatic\nDramatic, I break backs, I'm chiropractic\nI got mad, drastic tactics and static\nGymnastic styles it seems\nCuz I be flippin and balancing beams\nOf radiation, devastation, you're facing, no tracing\nYou can't sketch a figure, abstract, no bullet gaps\nIf you're wack, my rhymes are triggered, you're dying quicker\nI jack, cuz I rip a weak-ass rapper, I shatter\nCross em, toss em, the more erratic, flow patterns them in the war zone\nFemales, you need brail, you can't see what I'm speaking\nIn fact, your delinquency can't see my frequency\nI speak to thee in tongues like the exorcist\nYou can't test this, I resurrect wit correctness\nI'm defying like death is\n\nOpen up your eyes and, open up your ears and\nCheck your station, check your station (3x)\n\nOpen up your eyes and, open up your ears and\nCheck your station, identification\nOpen up your eyes and, open up your ears and\nCheck your station, yo, it's time to come real, now yo\nOpen up your eyes and, open up your ears and\nCheck your station identification, where you at in '94","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Station Identification\n  artist: Channel Live\n  album: Station Identification\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What's your station identification\n  I spark a mental cypher lasting down through revelations\n  Take a trip into my mental cypher, I get hyper\n  Sniping-ass MC's, seem to get me higher\n  Like the buddah, bless the cess when I'm smoking\n\n  Hawaiian when I'm rhymin cuz there ain't no time for joking\n  Just lyrical bliss from the depths of the abyss\n  Rotating lyrical rhythms like the motions of the wrist\n  On a fag, I rag, wack MC's like Maxi\n  Pads, you can't see me\n  Intellectually, you shallow, mentally, you're just starving\n  I'm rollin on em like Calvin Butts up in Harlem\n  Wit metaphors, fuck a nine and clip\n  I make a rapper trip like white chicks in horror flicks\n\n  Identify your station or? adjustment?\n  I'm transmitting, I'm giving MC's division, through diction\n  Cut em half, check the math, like magician\n  Conflicting pain on membranes\n  I'm running shit and killing flows like some wet dreams\n  I maintain, no static feedback when I attack\n  Like Shaquille, oh so neal down as I appeal to the masses\n  I slash kids to ashes and dust, get strucked\n  As I construct skills that build, I don't be giving a fuck\n  Like chastity, my compacity's unlimited\n  Wit no gimmick, kids can't figure my structure like pyramids\n  I'm spirited like psychic and dead men resurrected\n  My wisdon's like prisms when light gets reflected, check it\n  My lyrical missiles, like heat suckers seeking\n  Never weakening, feeding off wack rhymers give me strength\n  Then I lenghten, wit no measure\n  Cuz I'm the ruler of styles, I rocket, the unidentify flowing object\n\n  Time for a station, identification\n  Wack rappers, open up your eyes, time for lyrical elevation\n  But you can't handle when I channel\n  Entering through mental panels, melting membranes like candles\n  Disintegrating mental matter, into ashes\n  Steppin up to rappers, just like the Titan Clashes\n  Bash an eyelash, my lyrical energy travels fastest\n  When propel by the leaves of Hawaii\n  Hardcore raps is about skills, so why do gangstas keep trying\n  I'm breakin on these muthafuckas like beat, street\n  I beat other rappers like? sega beats needs to beat meets?\n  Vocal technique like Panasonic\n  My rhythm moves in motion cuz my skills is like bionic\n  Identification, station switched wit my lyrical hydraulics\n  I'm cosmic, the unidentify flowing object\n  I find that you can't defined this, other rappers are blind to this\n  I'm seeing, you're bleeding from your sinuses\n  Cuz I'm on a higher plane, I'll be frying brains\n  I crack heads like cocaine addicts, automatic\n  Dramatic, I break backs, I'm chiropractic\n  I got mad, drastic tactics and static\n  Gymnastic styles it seems\n  Cuz I be flippin and balancing beams\n  Of radiation, devastation, you're facing, no tracing\n  You can't sketch a figure, abstract, no bullet gaps\n  If you're wack, my rhymes are triggered, you're dying quicker\n  I jack, cuz I rip a weak-ass rapper, I shatter\n  Cross em, toss em, the more erratic, flow patterns them in the war zone\n  Females, you need brail, you can't see what I'm speaking\n  In fact, your delinquency can't see my frequency\n  I speak to thee in tongues like the exorcist\n  You can't test this, I resurrect wit correctness\n  I'm defying like death is\n\n  Open up your eyes and, open up your ears and\n  Check your station, check your station (3x)\n\n  Open up your eyes and, open up your ears and\n  Check your station, identification\n  Open up your eyes and, open up your ears and\n  Check your station, yo, it's time to come real, now yo\n  Open up your eyes and, open up your ears and\n  Check your station identification, where you at in '94\n"},{"id":2508699,"name":"Channel 1","trackName":"Channel 1","artistName":"Channel Live","albumName":"Station Identification","duration":34.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Un olor a tabaco y Chanel\nMe recuerda el olor de su piel\nUna mezcla de miel y café\nMe recuerda el sabor de sus besos\nEl color del final de la noche\nMe pregunta dónde fui a parar, donde estás\nQue esto sólo se vive una vez\nDónde fuiste a parar, dónde estás\n\nUn olor a tabaco y Chanel\nY una mezcla de miel y café\nMe preguntan por ella (ella)\nMe preguntan por ella\nMe preguntan también las estrellas\nMe reclaman que vuelva por ella\nAy que vuelva por ella (ella)\nAy que vuelva por ella\n\nNo se olvida, no se va\nNo se olvida, no se va\nNo se olvida nada\nNo se va, no se olvida\nNo se va, no se olvida\nNo se va, no se olvida nada\n\nUna rosa que no floreció\nPero que el tiempo no la marchita\nUna flor prometida una amor\nQue no fue, pero que sigue viva\nY otra vez\nEl color del final, del final de la noche\nMe pregunta donde fui a parar\nQue esto sólo se vive una vez\nDonde fuiste a parar, donde estás\n\nUn olor a tabaco y Chanel\nUna mezcla de miel y café\nMe preguntan por ella (ella)\nMe preguntan por ella\nMe preguntan también las estrellas\nMe reclaman que vuelva por ella\nAy que vuelva por ella (ella)\n\nPero fueron las mismas estrellas\nQue un día marcaron mis manos\nY apartaron la flor, esa flor, de mi vida, de mi vida\n\nUn olor a tabaco y Chanel\nUna mezcla de miel y café\nMe preguntan por ella (ella)\nMe preguntan por ella\nMe preguntan también las estrellas\nMe reclaman que vuelva por ella\nAy que vuelva por ella (ella)\nAy que vuelva por ella\n\nNo se va, no se olvida\nNo se va, no se olvida\nNo se va, no se olvida nada\nNo se va, no se olvida\nNo se va, no se olvida\nNo se va, no se olvida nada","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Channel 1\n  artist: Channel Live\n  album: Station Identification\n  duration_ms: 34000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Un olor a tabaco y Chanel\n  Me recuerda el olor de su piel\n  Una mezcla de miel y café\n  Me recuerda el sabor de sus besos\n  El color del final de la noche\n  Me pregunta dónde fui a parar, donde estás\n  Que esto sólo se vive una vez\n  Dónde fuiste a parar, dónde estás\n\n  Un olor a tabaco y Chanel\n  Y una mezcla de miel y café\n  Me preguntan por ella (ella)\n  Me preguntan por ella\n  Me preguntan también las estrellas\n  Me reclaman que vuelva por ella\n  Ay que vuelva por ella (ella)\n  Ay que vuelva por ella\n\n  No se olvida, no se va\n  No se olvida, no se va\n  No se olvida nada\n  No se va, no se olvida\n  No se va, no se olvida\n  No se va, no se olvida nada\n\n  Una rosa que no floreció\n  Pero que el tiempo no la marchita\n  Una flor prometida una amor\n  Que no fue, pero que sigue viva\n  Y otra vez\n  El color del final, del final de la noche\n  Me pregunta donde fui a parar\n  Que esto sólo se vive una vez\n  Donde fuiste a parar, donde estás\n\n  Un olor a tabaco y Chanel\n  Una mezcla de miel y café\n  Me preguntan por ella (ella)\n  Me preguntan por ella\n  Me preguntan también las estrellas\n  Me reclaman que vuelva por ella\n  Ay que vuelva por ella (ella)\n\n  Pero fueron las mismas estrellas\n  Que un día marcaron mis manos\n  Y apartaron la flor, esa flor, de mi vida, de mi vida\n\n  Un olor a tabaco y Chanel\n  Una mezcla de miel y café\n  Me preguntan por ella (ella)\n  Me preguntan por ella\n  Me preguntan también las estrellas\n  Me reclaman que vuelva por ella\n  Ay que vuelva por ella (ella)\n  Ay que vuelva por ella\n\n  No se va, no se olvida\n  No se va, no se olvida\n  No se va, no se olvida nada\n  No se va, no se olvida\n  No se va, no se olvida\n  No se va, no se olvida nada\n"},{"id":2508684,"name":"Build & Destroy","trackName":"Build & Destroy","artistName":"Channel Live","albumName":"Station Identification","duration":141.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Kris. yo, where that shit at yo?\nThat ol' ill shit\n\nI'm buildin foundations like a mason, I rock\nThe texture of my architecture connects the dots\nIt's the blueprints of sense, {?} submit\nRough and rugged so yo fuck it, my armor can't get dent\nBut technical, yo, I got mad precision\nI'm wired like 'lectricians, got wind like air conditioners\nMy position is the foreman, I got more in store man\nI know you dig this shit so stop frontin like the doorman\nNow back to the schematic, get dramatic with the scene\nHittin nails on the head, like a carpenter with beams\nYo this ain't no dream, so don't sleep or slumber\nI make the fluid flow like a motherfuckin plumber\nOther rappers just get dumber, I just get smarter\nShe rock from the start, to make my lyrics harder\nI reveal the deal so I'm somethin like a revelator\nIf it's over your head get your ass on the elevator\n\nI build constructions of skills for destruction\nBreakin through walls like wreckin balls\nDemolition is the mission, you're facin\nWhack motherfuckers need renovation - so face facts\nI'm harder than hardhats, I jack like a forklift brain\nI'm penetratin brainframes, with the truth as my jackhammer\nCheck the grammar, collapse ya structure\nSurroundin and blockin off suckers\nLike barricades, I'm blowin up like the World Trade\nMy center, it reads danger, don't enter\nDown with {?} like a build and destructin\nYou're crumblin, while you're mumblin, sayin nothin\nA structure's only strong as the frame\nMy knowledge is light, so I build to maintain\nThe levels of my impact smothers your conciousness\nI wreck buildings cause I'm lyrically EXPLOSIVE\n\n\"Hip Hop, Hip Hop!\" \"Everybody, run the town\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.42] Yo Kris. yo, where that shit at yo?\n[00:05.06] That ol' ill shit\n[00:16.12] I'm buildin foundations like a mason, I rock\n[00:18.66] The texture of my architecture connects the dots\n[00:21.00] It's the blueprints of sense, {?} submit\n[00:23.59] Rough and rugged so yo fuck it, my armor can't get dent\n[00:25.95] But technical, yo, I got mad precision\n[00:28.18] I'm wired like 'lectricians, got wind like air conditioners\n[00:30.99] My position is the foreman, I got more in store man\n[00:32.95] I know you dig this shit so stop frontin 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Breakin through walls like wreckin balls\n  Demolition is the mission, you're facin\n  Whack motherfuckers need renovation - so face facts\n  I'm harder than hardhats, I jack like a forklift brain\n  I'm penetratin brainframes, with the truth as my jackhammer\n  Check the grammar, collapse ya structure\n  Surroundin and blockin off suckers\n  Like barricades, I'm blowin up like the World Trade\n  My center, it reads danger, don't enter\n  Down with {?} like a build and destructin\n  You're crumblin, while you're mumblin, sayin nothin\n  A structure's only strong as the frame\n  My knowledge is light, so I build to maintain\n  The levels of my impact smothers your conciousness\n  I wreck buildings cause I'm lyrically EXPLOSIVE\n\n  \"Hip Hop, Hip Hop!\" \"Everybody, run the town\"\n"},{"id":2509273,"name":"What! (Cause and Effect)","trackName":"What! (Cause and Effect)","artistName":"Channel Live","albumName":"Station Identification","duration":177.0,"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: Station Identification\n  duration_ms: 177000\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":2508886,"name":"Homicide Ride","trackName":"Homicide Ride","artistName":"Channel Live","albumName":"Station Identification","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Hip-Hop was a bid, kid I'd be a lifer\nNo jokin', bloodshot eyes in the cipher\nMy third eye's always scopin'\nTo leave a head wide the fuck open\nLike a sniper armed with ballistics, sub-control thoughts\nSimplistic flows, cerebral assaults\nWeak MCs get me pissed like a urinal\nOne slept, stepped straight into his funeral\nPut this flat-line fake rhyme\nToo disgracing with my mind\nPoint blank up to his face\nGotta start tracing into a\nNew round, a journey to the other side\nWith me at the helm, he couldn't burn me\nThe results of the autopsy\nCaught by verbal lead he couldn't lyrically stop me\nTight flows made MCs schizo, phrenic\nYour * cisco's? * caught in this rap epidemic\nCause I wet it, sucka MCs will regret it\nYou're ready for the homicide through your mind\nYou gonna die, you gonna die, gonna die\nTime to kick the lyrical analysis\nI'm tappin' on your spinal cord until I reach paralysis\nNow just sit still, this won't hurt a * taste? *\nFuck the physical I lay your mind to waste\nRhyme like an anaesthetic breathe deep into your nose\nFeel the pleasure move, now watch your eyes start to close\nIntellect injected on the track like a vein\nTrailin' up the arteries I'm comin' for your brain\nSkull division, the incision rips the cerebellum\nBrain membrane starts to burst cause I swell 'em\nI make your skill come back from the gravel I unravel\nAs words, penetrate fucking up your mental state\nMore anaesthesia, your body catches amnesia\nLost control of how to eat, shit, piss and breathe\nAh his heart beat quickens, seconds keep tickin'\nTime eternally I keep that asshole shittin' from the words\nProjected out in cryptic it's the mystic\nWas it really suicide, insanity was inflicted\nI'm on a homicide ride through your mind\nI focus on your eye's eruption, they shatter\nAnd pieces scatter on the pavement\nInsane bloody thoughts gush from your conscience\nAs I launch this attack through your eye cracks\n*? This verb will enter? *\nMy structure turns to a blood cell yeah\nOther cells ignite to make your diaphragm yell\nSpeaking in tongues like a demon, while I'm schemin'\nHow to turn this homicide of your mind to a suicide\nIt's do or die, I'm a goner\nGot me trapped into a corner of your mind\nBending like vision, multiplying\nNow I'm a hundred deep in your head\nAnd your brain cells are crying\nBlood pressure's rising, from confusion\nIt's your mind you're losing, now\nI hold your thoughts hostage, with my intrusion\nJumped off your instincts, then go make a purchase\nI convinced yourself to take his life, it's worthless\nRopes, chains, anti-freeze and the forty four\nFlex still I relax there's ain't no pressure, no more\nWait, who's that, a second thought try to catch wreck\nHe didn't know I had all your reflexes by the neck","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Homicide Ride\n  artist: Channel Live\n  album: Station Identification\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  If Hip-Hop was a bid, kid I'd be a lifer\n  No jokin', bloodshot eyes in the cipher\n  My third eye's always scopin'\n  To leave a head wide the fuck open\n  Like a sniper armed with ballistics, sub-control thoughts\n  Simplistic flows, cerebral assaults\n  Weak MCs get me pissed like a urinal\n  One slept, stepped straight into his funeral\n  Put this flat-line fake rhyme\n  Too disgracing with my mind\n  Point blank up to his face\n  Gotta start tracing into a\n  New round, a journey to the other side\n  With me at the helm, he couldn't burn me\n  The results of the autopsy\n  Caught by verbal lead he couldn't lyrically stop me\n  Tight flows made MCs schizo, phrenic\n  Your * cisco's? * caught in this rap epidemic\n  Cause I wet it, sucka MCs will regret it\n  You're ready for the homicide through your mind\n  You gonna die, you gonna die, gonna die\n  Time to kick the lyrical analysis\n  I'm tappin' on your spinal cord until I reach paralysis\n  Now just sit still, this won't hurt a * taste? *\n  Fuck the physical I lay your mind to waste\n  Rhyme like an anaesthetic breathe deep into your nose\n  Feel the pleasure move, now watch your eyes start to close\n  Intellect injected on the track like a vein\n  Trailin' up the arteries I'm comin' for your brain\n  Skull division, the incision rips the cerebellum\n  Brain membrane starts to burst cause I swell 'em\n  I make your skill come back from the gravel I unravel\n  As words, penetrate fucking up your mental state\n  More anaesthesia, your body catches amnesia\n  Lost control of how to eat, shit, piss and breathe\n  Ah his heart beat quickens, seconds keep tickin'\n  Time eternally I keep that asshole shittin' from the words\n  Projected out in cryptic it's the mystic\n  Was it really suicide, insanity was inflicted\n  I'm on a homicide ride through your mind\n  I focus on your eye's eruption, they shatter\n  And pieces scatter on the pavement\n  Insane bloody thoughts gush from your conscience\n  As I launch this attack through your eye cracks\n  *? This verb will enter? *\n  My structure turns to a blood cell yeah\n  Other cells ignite to make your diaphragm yell\n  Speaking in tongues like a demon, while I'm schemin'\n  How to turn this homicide of your mind to a suicide\n  It's do or die, I'm a goner\n  Got me trapped into a corner of your mind\n  Bending like vision, multiplying\n  Now I'm a hundred deep in your head\n  And your brain cells are crying\n  Blood pressure's rising, from confusion\n  It's your mind you're losing, now\n  I hold your thoughts hostage, with my intrusion\n  Jumped off your instincts, then go make a purchase\n  I convinced yourself to take his life, it's worthless\n  Ropes, chains, anti-freeze and the forty four\n  Flex still I relax there's ain't no pressure, no more\n  Wait, who's that, a second thought try to catch wreck\n  He didn't know I had all your reflexes by the neck\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":2508957,"name":"Lock It Up","trackName":"Lock It Up","artistName":"Channel Live","albumName":"Station Identification","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse One]\nMy shit is thick like a wooly headed black Jesus\nI was born to win skills like my nappy stuff\nBut when I gots my nappy stuff I got a flake or two\nThese irritatin flakes, I wipe them out the whole crew\nShinin through like the coconut, all on my scalp\nHey these irritatin flakes act like locks cause they dread\nWhen I flex my nappy stuff, there's no whack jheri curl juice\nIn other words, a weak raps I never can produce\nSo cut them jheri curl raps, and try again naps\nIn skilled hard work, professor needs wax\nCause I got as many locks as the skins I busted\nExtensions get dissed cause they can't be trusted\nBut I love it when they blow it feels good to my head\nIt's about the same length but two inches thicker\nLike a dread from my bobbin head I swing back and forth\nSuckers on me like my locks, they stuck to what sauce?\n\n[Chorus x2]\nMC's dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)\nMC's dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)\nMC's dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)\nLocked what? (Lock lock it up now)\n\n[Verse Two]\nAs my dreadlock twist like a fist I got the punch\nGivin knots like my locks, I roll 'em up like blunts\nTwirled in the riddle, just bring the comprehension\nI kick that real shit, not the whack extensions\nPay attention did I mention, descended from Egyptian\nRelaxed her then I waxed her, gave the girl kiniption\nFits, misfit, when you use that curly shit\nI'm connected to the source, so I can make the hits\nLike fuck it, I'm gettin, the ducats by the buckets\nMy naps are God given, so yo I can't destruct 'em\nWith the lye, no lie, so I bust the hemp\nIf Jheri wanna step, I slam him like Kemp\nWith the supersonic boom, we got the dreads in the room\nWith the actual, the factual, the self-manufactural\nDiggin up the whack synthetic, pathetic\nHardcore to the roots, so I keep my nappy dreadded\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three]\nI shoot them rocks like locks, I got you dreadded plus beheaded\nEvery verse disperse this metaphor that be embedded\nIn your cranium, MC's I'm slayin\nThey get licked and clipped like barbershops so just be fadin\n\nNow barby master, rhyme styles get boasted\nHesitation, just wait a second, for those rappers\nWho couldn't guess my combination, cause I got 'em locked\nHooked cause I twist metaphors in knots and kinks\nYou're not seein what you think, it's actual\nJust like my nappy skull, my skills are nat-u-ral\nFor me to lose you with the style I kick\nI got these suckers locked up (locked what?) ON MY DICK!\n\n(Lock it up now!)\n(Lock it up now!)\nLock what? (Lock it up now!)\nLock what? (Lock lock it up now!)\nLock what? (Lock it up now!)\nLock what? (Lock it up now!)\nLock what? (Lock it up now!)\nLock what? (Lock it up now!)\nLock what?!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lock It Up\n  artist: Channel Live\n  album: Station Identification\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One]\n  My shit is thick like a wooly headed black Jesus\n  I was born to win skills like my nappy stuff\n  But when I gots my nappy stuff I got a flake or two\n  These irritatin flakes, I wipe them out the whole crew\n  Shinin through like the coconut, all on my scalp\n  Hey these irritatin flakes act like locks cause they dread\n  When I flex my nappy stuff, there's no whack jheri curl juice\n  In other words, a weak raps I never can produce\n  So cut them jheri curl raps, and try again naps\n  In skilled hard work, professor needs wax\n  Cause I got as many locks as the skins I busted\n  Extensions get dissed cause they can't be trusted\n  But I love it when they blow it feels good to my head\n  It's about the same length but two inches thicker\n  Like a dread from my bobbin head I swing back and forth\n  Suckers on me like my locks, they stuck to what sauce?\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n  MC's dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)\n  MC's dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)\n  MC's dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)\n  Locked what? (Lock lock it up now)\n\n  [Verse Two]\n  As my dreadlock twist like a fist I got the punch\n  Givin knots like my locks, I roll 'em up like blunts\n  Twirled in the riddle, just bring the comprehension\n  I kick that real shit, not the whack extensions\n  Pay attention did I mention, descended from Egyptian\n  Relaxed her then I waxed her, gave the girl kiniption\n  Fits, misfit, when you use that curly shit\n  I'm connected to the source, so I can make the hits\n  Like fuck it, I'm gettin, the ducats by the buckets\n  My naps are God given, so yo I can't destruct 'em\n  With the lye, no lie, so I bust the hemp\n  If Jheri wanna step, I slam him like Kemp\n  With the supersonic boom, we got the dreads in the room\n  With the actual, the factual, the self-manufactural\n  Diggin up the whack synthetic, pathetic\n  Hardcore to the roots, so I keep my nappy dreadded\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three]\n  I shoot them rocks like locks, I got you dreadded plus beheaded\n  Every verse disperse this metaphor that be embedded\n  In your cranium, MC's I'm slayin\n  They get licked and clipped like barbershops so just be fadin\n\n  Now barby master, rhyme styles get boasted\n  Hesitation, just wait a second, for those rappers\n  Who couldn't guess my combination, cause I got 'em locked\n  Hooked cause I twist metaphors in knots and kinks\n  You're not seein what you think, it's actual\n  Just like my nappy skull, my skills are nat-u-ral\n  For me to lose you with the style I kick\n  I got these suckers locked up (locked what?) ON MY DICK!\n\n  (Lock it up now!)\n  (Lock it up now!)\n  Lock what? (Lock it up now!)\n  Lock what? (Lock lock it up now!)\n  Lock what? (Lock it up now!)\n  Lock what? (Lock it up now!)\n  Lock what? (Lock it up now!)\n  Lock what? (Lock it up now!)\n  Lock what?!\n"},{"id":2509280,"name":"Who U Represent","trackName":"Who U Represent","artistName":"Channel Live","albumName":"Station Identification","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Faster, faster, you won't go far\nShouldn't leave, feeling faint, we both know why\nYou got to show me, both knees, cold I lie\nHold me, slowly, hide me, til I can fight\nAlways, we can sing, we can make time\nOld songs, flood and flame, you could be mine\nBut you got to show me, both knees, skin and bone\nClothe me, throw me, move me\nTil I can sell you lies\nYou can't get enough\nMake a true believer of\nAnyone, anyone, anyone\nI can call you up\nIf I feel alone\nI can feed your dirty mind\nLike I know, like I know what you want\nIcon of symmetry, swallowing sides\nFall down in front of me, follow my eyes\nBut I got to see you moving, waste no time\nTeach me, make me holy\nTil I can sell you lies\nYou can't get enough\nMake a true believer of\nAnyone, anyone, anyone\nI can call you up\nIf I feel alone\nI can feed your dirty mind\nLike I know, like I know what you want\nAnyone, anyone, anyone\nAnyone, anyone, anyone\nLike I know, like I know what you want\nLike I know, like I know what you want\nTil I can sell you lies\nYou can't get enough\nMake a true believer of\nAnyone, anyone, anyone\nI can call you up\nIf I feel alone\nI can feed your dirty mind\nLike I know, like I know what you want","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Who U Represent\n  artist: Channel Live\n  album: Station Identification\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Faster, faster, you won't go far\n  Shouldn't leave, feeling faint, we both know why\n  You got to show me, both knees, cold I lie\n  Hold me, slowly, hide me, til I can fight\n  Always, we can sing, we can make time\n  Old songs, flood and flame, you could be mine\n  But you got to show me, both knees, skin and bone\n  Clothe me, throw me, move me\n  Til I can sell you lies\n  You can't get enough\n  Make a true believer of\n  Anyone, anyone, anyone\n  I can call you up\n  If I feel alone\n  I can feed your dirty mind\n  Like I know, like I know what you want\n  Icon of symmetry, swallowing sides\n  Fall down in front of me, follow my eyes\n  But I got to see you moving, waste no time\n  Teach me, make me holy\n  Til I can sell you lies\n  You can't get enough\n  Make a true believer of\n  Anyone, anyone, anyone\n  I can call you up\n  If I feel alone\n  I can feed your dirty mind\n  Like I know, like I know what you want\n  Anyone, anyone, anyone\n  Anyone, anyone, anyone\n  Like I know, like I know what you want\n  Like I know, like I know what you want\n  Til I can sell you lies\n  You can't get enough\n  Make a true believer of\n  Anyone, anyone, anyone\n  I can call you up\n  If I feel alone\n  I can feed your dirty mind\n  Like I know, like I know what you want\n"},{"id":1069225,"name":"Mad Izm","trackName":"Mad Izm","artistName":"Channel Live","albumName":"Station Identification","duration":256.0,"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\n(KRS-One)\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\n(Hakim)\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\n(KRS-One)\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\n(Tuffy)\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\n(Tuffy)\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\n(KRS-One)\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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(Lock lock it up now)\n\n[Verse Two]\nAs my dreadlock twist like a fist I got the punch\nGivin knots like my locks, I roll 'em up like blunts\nTwirled in the riddle, just bring the comprehension\nI kick that real shit, not the whack extensions\nPay attention did I mention, descended from Egyptian\nRelaxed her then I waxed her, gave the girl kiniption\nFits, misfit, when you use that curly shit\nI'm connected to the source, so I can make the hits\nLike fuck it, I'm gettin, the ducats by the buckets\nMy naps are God given, so yo I can't destruct 'em\nWith the lye, no lie, so I bust the hemp\nIf Jheri wanna step, I slam him like Kemp\nWith the supersonic boom, we got the dreads in the room\nWith the actual, the factual, the self-manufactural\nDiggin up the whack synthetic, pathetic\nHardcore to the roots, so I keep my nappy dreadded\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three]\nI shoot them rocks like locks, I got you dreadded plus beheaded\nEvery verse disperse this metaphor that be embedded\nIn your cranium, MC's I'm slayin\nThey get licked and clipped like barbershops so just be fadin\n\nNow barby master, rhyme styles get boasted\nHesitation, just wait a second, for those rappers\nWho couldn't guess my combination, cause I got 'em locked\nHooked cause I twist metaphors in knots and kinks\nYou're not seein what you think, it's actual\nJust like my nappy skull, my skills are nat-u-ral\nFor me to lose you with the style I kick\nI got these suckers locked up (locked what?) ON MY DICK!\n\n(Lock it up now!)\n(Lock it up now!)\nLock what? (Lock it up now!)\nLock what? (Lock lock it up now!)\nLock what? (Lock it up now!)\nLock what? (Lock it up now!)\nLock what? (Lock it up now!)\nLock what? 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(Lock lock it up now)\n\n  [Verse Two]\n  As my dreadlock twist like a fist I got the punch\n  Givin knots like my locks, I roll 'em up like blunts\n  Twirled in the riddle, just bring the comprehension\n  I kick that real shit, not the whack extensions\n  Pay attention did I mention, descended from Egyptian\n  Relaxed her then I waxed her, gave the girl kiniption\n  Fits, misfit, when you use that curly shit\n  I'm connected to the source, so I can make the hits\n  Like fuck it, I'm gettin, the ducats by the buckets\n  My naps are God given, so yo I can't destruct 'em\n  With the lye, no lie, so I bust the hemp\n  If Jheri wanna step, I slam him like Kemp\n  With the supersonic boom, we got the dreads in the room\n  With the actual, the factual, the self-manufactural\n  Diggin up the whack synthetic, pathetic\n  Hardcore to the roots, so I keep my nappy dreadded\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three]\n  I shoot them rocks like locks, I got you dreadded plus beheaded\n  Every verse disperse this metaphor that be embedded\n  In your cranium, MC's I'm slayin\n  They get licked and clipped like barbershops so just be fadin\n\n  Now barby master, rhyme styles get boasted\n  Hesitation, just wait a second, for those rappers\n  Who couldn't guess my combination, cause I got 'em locked\n  Hooked cause I twist metaphors in knots and kinks\n  You're not seein what you think, it's actual\n  Just like my nappy skull, my skills are nat-u-ral\n  For me to lose you with the style I kick\n  I got these suckers locked up (locked what?) 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Yeahhh\nI know you're diggin this type of shit right here\nWe about to spark it on the mic yeahhh\nCome on!\n\n(KRS-One)\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\n(Hakim)\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\n(KRS-One)\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\n(Tuffy)\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\n(Tuffy)\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\n(KRS-One)\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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It's the alpha and omega\n  start_ms: 277950\n  end_ms: 280730\n- text: Gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n  start_ms: 280730\n  end_ms: 287290\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 287290\nplain: |-\n  It's the alpha and omega\n  Gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n  It's the alpha and omega\n  Gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n\n  Well it's the alpha, omega means beginning to the end\n  My skills are flexible from all the metaphors I bend\n  Makin' you psychotic with my hypnotic mentality\n  My style changes like my rhymes got split personality\n  You're prone to get mind blown in my zone\n  My territory's beyond unknown like Twilight Zone\n  Burnin' holes in microphones like ozone layers\n  You better fuckin' say your prayer\n  I paraphrase ya, I break a composition down\n\n  Like elements from compounds\n  I'm virtual, but my reality is confusin' ya\n  You're addicted 'cause my substance is amusin' ya\n\n  Wickedness surrounds me, but I transcend\n  Check out the data, the omega means the shit will never end\n  Conceptually I blast, big bang like creation\n  You're facin' Akin, I got more pull than gravitation\n  I slay so many MC's, they still persist to battle\n  If one style don't get ya, I flip through other channels\n  My presence is perfected while others can't handle mics\n  My mental matter be bouncin' rhymes off of satellites\n  Intellect comes quick, invisible so you can't stop it\n\n  Travels on my vocal cords that's made of fiber optic\n  Intellect and mad metaphors, don't take it literal\n\n  You compared to me is like rotary to digital\n  Dig a pool like planets, hop back now, god damn it\n  Stand over ya like supernovas is how I slammed it\n  I freak the flow with syllables multiplied\n  I block this with patches when he bit, so he died\n\n  It's the alpha and omega\n  Gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n  It's the alpha and omega\n  Gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n  It's the alpha and omega\n  Gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n  It's the alpha and omega\n  Gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n\n  My circumference channels from the lunar\n  You're in tune to my focus 'cause my scope is innumerous\n  My style is tumorous 'cause I'm terminally iller\n  My basic instincts, my attraction is\n  Fatal 'cause I'm a psycho thriller\n  Rappers in a frenzy 'cause I envy careers of many\n  Fell off in the sucker holocaust\n\n  And lockin' down on nuff heads like mud shreds\n\n  My infrared beams hooks brains like morphine patients\n  See I'm adjacent, no parallels to my placement\n  Like U-N-T-F, your mind's a terrible thing I'm wastin'\n  You're station-ary in a trance\n  I know it's difficult to follow the centrifugal\n  Forces from wack MC's keep me unidentified flowin'\n  My circle's deadly and my radius is growin'\n  So don't play me close, you'll get encounters of the third\n\n  Just like the O in open, I gotcha (Word)\n\n  So you wanna do this motherfucker, how you call it?\n  My style is energetic plus kinetic from hydraulics\n  Everlasting, always moving with no limits\n  Individual, original, I got no gimmicks\n  Just skills that I build structures, then I scale 'em\n\n  To psychoanalyze, rupturing your cerebellum\n  Membranes, I cause pain 'cause I'm lethal\n  Algebraic formulas to use to find what's equal to my math\n  I drop math in my lessons\n  That snaps like elastic from quadratic expressions\n  What you figure? You call me nigga, that's just beneath me\n  I'm large, so pray to God to try to reach me\n  I exist upon planes that's not yet discovered\n  Your style is stationary over which my style just hovers\n\n  To drop, then smash that ass like glass\n\n  Crippling your rhyme style like Teddy Pendergrass\n\n  You got, you got, you got, you got, you got, you got, you got\n\n  Well it's the alpha and omega\n  We're gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n  Well it's the alpha and omega\n  We're gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n  Well it's the alpha and omega\n  We're gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n  Well it's the alpha and omega\n  We're gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n  Well it's the alpha and omega\n\n  We're gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n  Well it's the alpha and omega\n  We're gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n  Well it's the alpha and omega\n  We're gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n\n  It's the alpha and omega\n  Gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n  It's the alpha and omega\n  Gonna play you sucker MC's like Sega\n"}]