Channel Live - Reprogram lyrics
[Channel Live - Reprogram lyrics]
Internalize, externalize, check the exercise
Kick the lyricals, the buddha smoke
Help me reach my high
My eyes bloodshot, buckshot, for the props
Say what you didn't know tell me
Why'd you sleep on Hak'
I'm not Sealy Posturepedic, the +Boom Bap+
I need it to get this shit correct
My style comes orthopedic
Get off my dick fucker
Don't play me for no sucker
Herb I'm not a nerd I
Smoke blunts and kick verbs
When I serve ya like Agassi
Pure agony of terror
Try to catch the beam of
Light reflected in the mirror
Never basic shit is dope cause I
Laced it with the flow
Ignorance is a sin when in
My cyper so you know
Infinite potential, residental is the ol'
Illtown New Jersey if you heard
Me Glock the bow
One two three BDP troops hard
Any questions I was blessed
With lessons from God
Three, six, oh is the flow
I got so many styles I come full circle
I treat you like a jock strap
Cause it's my dick you jock
I got more props than Hollywood backdrops
I swing your head like back
And forth like tennis
You got no lifestyle cause
Your style don't exist
I got the code for the
Green flow and yellow hit's
I treat MC's like red lights
Cause I be runnin shit
Causin drama, repents crazy like J dahmer
I'm hot like a puff goose bomber
And spittin on your crews
And re-fuse to lose
And get bruised rap's got breaded, I pay dues
I am me, don't try me G
I rip the beef off your back
You fuckin with the lion in me
I got troops, for soups or groups
They wanna stoop they get
SLOWED DOWN like parachutes
Rippin ship my flavor kicks
Like Ken-Bo kicks
So hold on, you never ever fuckin get it
Pass the +Boom Bap+ for the rap intoxicated
Pass the +Boom Bap+ to get my head elevated
Your man hesitated got done
With the quickness cause the BDP crew
Always rolls with the thickness
I'm soakin up your flow
On your neck I got the bounty
I heard you're hot and wearin a
Jheri Curl in Compton County
It's Channel Live
I'm touchin on your brain like that
With the flavor for the
Roughneck that thinks abstract
When the chronic hit's
I throw fit's like epileptics
If you can't understand it
Motherfucker just respect it
(Rethink, replan, refine - react and redefine
Rewind this ridiculous rhythm and recline
Realize, as I reword, restructure
The rap game
You can't resist or recover brother
I'm like no other, I smother
From the sub level thoughts
+Deeper+ than the movie
But I'm not like Larry Fishburne
The mic burns i rap with no delay
I turn-more-styles than the subway)
Kick the lyricals, the buddha smoke
Help me reach my high
My eyes bloodshot, buckshot, for the props
Say what you didn't know tell me
Why'd you sleep on Hak'
I'm not Sealy Posturepedic, the +Boom Bap+
I need it to get this shit correct
My style comes orthopedic
Get off my dick fucker
Don't play me for no sucker
Herb I'm not a nerd I
Smoke blunts and kick verbs
When I serve ya like Agassi
Pure agony of terror
Try to catch the beam of
Light reflected in the mirror
Never basic shit is dope cause I
Laced it with the flow
Ignorance is a sin when in
My cyper so you know
Infinite potential, residental is the ol'
Illtown New Jersey if you heard
Me Glock the bow
One two three BDP troops hard
Any questions I was blessed
With lessons from God
Three, six, oh is the flow
I got so many styles I come full circle
I treat you like a jock strap
Cause it's my dick you jock
I got more props than Hollywood backdrops
I swing your head like back
And forth like tennis
You got no lifestyle cause
Your style don't exist
I got the code for the
Green flow and yellow hit's
I treat MC's like red lights
Cause I be runnin shit
Causin drama, repents crazy like J dahmer
I'm hot like a puff goose bomber
And spittin on your crews
And re-fuse to lose
And get bruised rap's got breaded, I pay dues
I am me, don't try me G
I rip the beef off your back
You fuckin with the lion in me
I got troops, for soups or groups
They wanna stoop they get
SLOWED DOWN like parachutes
Rippin ship my flavor kicks
Like Ken-Bo kicks
So hold on, you never ever fuckin get it
Pass the +Boom Bap+ for the rap intoxicated
Pass the +Boom Bap+ to get my head elevated
Your man hesitated got done
With the quickness cause the BDP crew
Always rolls with the thickness
I'm soakin up your flow
On your neck I got the bounty
I heard you're hot and wearin a
Jheri Curl in Compton County
It's Channel Live
I'm touchin on your brain like that
With the flavor for the
Roughneck that thinks abstract
When the chronic hit's
I throw fit's like epileptics
If you can't understand it
Motherfucker just respect it
(Rethink, replan, refine - react and redefine
Rewind this ridiculous rhythm and recline
Realize, as I reword, restructure
The rap game
You can't resist or recover brother
I'm like no other, I smother
From the sub level thoughts
+Deeper+ than the movie
But I'm not like Larry Fishburne
The mic burns i rap with no delay
I turn-more-styles than the subway)