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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Channel Live
Channel Live
Performer
KRS-One
KRS-One
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kris Parker
Kris Parker
Composer
Hokiem Green
Hokiem Green
Composer
Vincent Morgan
Vincent Morgan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Parker
Kris Parker
Producer
KRS-One
KRS-One
Producer
Norty Cotto
Norty Cotto
Engineer

Lyrics

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Internalize, externalize, check the exercise
Kick the lyricals, the Buddah 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 cypher 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
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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 hits
I treat MCs like red lights, cause I be runnin' shit
Causin' drama, rip heads crazy like J. Dahmer
I'm hot like a puff goose bomber
And spittin' on your crews then 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'll never ever fuckin' get it
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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 hits, I throw fits 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 Cover
But I'm not like Larry Fishburne, the mic burns
I rap with no delay, I turn more styles than the subway
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Written by: Hokiem Green, Kris Parker, Vincent Morgan
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