Station Identification - Channel Live
歌曲信息
歌曲名:Station Identification
歌手:Channel Live
所属专辑:Station Identification
作词:未知
作曲:未知
发行公司:未知
发行时间:2009-10-06
大小:4.26 MB
时长:04:40秒
比特率:129K
评分:0.0分
介绍:《Station Identification - Channel Live》Channel Live & Channel Live演唱的歌曲,由未知作词、未知作曲。
如果你觉得好听,欢迎分享给朋友一起看看歌词,一起支持歌手!
Station Identification - Channel Live文本歌词
作词 : Burrell, Green, Morgan
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
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, **** a nine and clip
I make a rapper trip like white chicks in horror flicks
Identify your station or ?adjus**ent?
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 *******t 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 ****
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 mutha****as 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 ******* 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 [x3]
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
编辑于2023/05/11更新
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
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, **** a nine and clip
I make a rapper trip like white chicks in horror flicks
Identify your station or ?adjus**ent?
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 *******t 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 ****
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 mutha****as 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 ******* 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 [x3]
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
编辑于2023/05/11更新
Station Identification - Channel LiveLRC歌词
当前歌曲暂无LRC歌词
其他歌词
- 1
-
2
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's Serani and Bun B When the heat is on we burn hotter than (fire) People will burn up on, we burn hotter than (fire) Turn my enemi
-
3
your body like krispy kream 뒷모습이 핥아버리고 싶어 바닐라 아이스크림 달콤한 맛 일 것 같아 넌 마치 건조한 이 클럽을 촉촉이 적시는 가습기 all eyes on ya
-
4
Mi have a watch, me have a chain Mi have a whole heap a money in the bank Mi just want him fi him dang a lang [x2] Mi have a car, big house And when me done
-
5
作词 : BARRY, JEFF/GREENWICH, ELLIE/SPECTOR, PHILIP 作曲 : Barry, Greenwich, Spector B boy be my baby (won t you be my baby) My one and only baby
-
6
作曲 : Anderson, Boswell Bean large representing from Roxbury Mass And I'd like to give a shout out {Alright go ahead} Word, I'd like to shout out my man ED
-
7
作词 : Gradney, Webster What Is It (是什么)-Webbie Is it my car is it my clothes That make these hoes want f**k fa sho Is it my style the way I roll That mak
-
8
( maunick) Here i sit and watch the crowds go by Papa da papa papa yeah But there's only one face i can see If only they would understand Papa da papa papa
- 9
- 10