Station Identification

What's your station identification?

I spark a mental cypher lastin' down through revelations

Take a trip into my mental cypher, I get hyper

Snipin'-ass MCs, seem to get me higher

Like the buddah, bless the sess when I'm smokin'

Hawaiian when I'm rhymin' 'cause there ain't no time for jokin'

Just lyrical bliss from the depths of the abyss

Rotatin' lyrical rhythms like the motions of the wrist

On a fag, I wreck wack MCs like maxi pads

You can't see me

Intellectually, you're shallow, mentally, you're just starvin'

I'm rollin' on 'em like Calvin Butts up in Harlem

With metaphors, fuck a nine, a clip

I make a rapper trip like white chicks in horror flicks

Identify your station or adjustment, I'm transmittin'

I'm givin' MCs division, through diction

Cut 'em in half, check the math, like magician, conflictin' pain on membranes

I'm running shit and killing flows like sewer drains

I maintain, no static feedback when I attack

Like Shaquille, oh so kneel down as I appeal to the masses

I slash kids to ashes and dust, get struck

As I construct skills that build, I don't be givin' a fuck

Like chastity, my compacity's unlimited

With no gimmick, kids can't figure my structure like pyramids

I'm spirited like psychic and dead men resurrected

My wisdom's like prisms when light gets reflected, check it

My lyrical missiles, like heat suckers seeking

Never weakening, feeding off wack rhymers gives me strength

Then I lengthen, with no measure

'Cause I'm the ruler of styles, I rocket, the unidentified flowin' object

Time for a station, identification

Wack rappers, open up your eyes, time for lyrical elevation

But you can't handle when I channel

Energy 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 propeled by the leaves of Hawaii

Hardcore raps is about skills, so why don't gangstas keep tryin'?

I'm breakin' on these motherfuckers like Beat Street

I beat other rappers like Sega meets beats

The beat meets vocal technique like Panasonic

My rhythm moves in motion 'cause my skills is like bionic

Identification, station switches with my lyrical hydraulics

I'm cosmic, the unidentified flowin' object

I find that you can't define this, other rappers are blind to this

I'm seeing, you're bleeding from your sinuses

'Cause I'm on a higher plane, I'll be fryin' 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 pullin' gats

If you're wack, my rhymes are triggered, you're dyin' quicker

I jack 'cause I rip a weak-ass rapper, I shatter

Cross 'em, toss 'em with more erratic, flow patterns them in the war zone

Females, you need braille, 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 with correctness

I'm defying like death is

Open up your eyes and, open up your ears and

Check your station, check your station

Open up your eyes and, open up your ears and

Check your station, check your station

Open up your eyes and, open up your ears and

Check your station, check your station

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