Station Identification

Yo Kris.. yo, where that shit at yo? That ol' ill shit [Verse One] I'm buildin foundations like a mason, I rock The texture of my architecture connects the dots Rough and rugged so yo fuck it, my armor can't get dent But technical, yo, I got mad prec

Comin live and direct.. What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! What! [Verse One] Some rappers, would they be without the use of the word nigga? Time to make the switch, from the word bitch Here's the

[scratched x2:] "Reprogram" [Verse One] 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

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 rhym

(KRS-One) Uhh! Yeahhh I know you're diggin this type of shit right here We about to spark it on the mic yeahhh Come on! (KRS-One) The episode starts when I walk down the block kid Reach in my poc ket yo where's my knot it Follows me into the spot com

If Hip-Hop was a bid, kid I'd be a lifer No jokin', bloodshot eyes in the cipher My third eye's always scopin' To leave a head wide the fuck open Like a sniper armed with ballistics, sub-control thoughts Simplistic flows, cerebral assaults Weak MCs g

[Verse One] My shit is thick like a wooly headed black Jesus I was born to win skills like my nappy stuff But when I gots my nappy stuff I got a flake or two These irritatin flakes, I wipe them out the whole crew Shinin through like the coconut, all