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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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