| Internalize, externalize, check the exercise
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| Kick the lyricals, the buddha smoke, help me reach my high
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| My eyes bloodshot, buckshot, for the props
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| Say what you didn’t know tell me why’d you sleep on Hak'
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| I’m not Sealy Posturepedic, the +Boom Bap+, I need it
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| To get this shit correct my style comes orthopedic
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| Get off my dick fucker, don’t play me for no sucker
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| Herb I’m not a nerd I smoke blunts and kick verbs
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| When I serve ya like Agassi, pure agony of terror
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| Try to catch the beam of light reflected in the mirror
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| Never basic shit is dope cause I laced it with the flow
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| Ignorance is a sin when in my cyper so you know
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| Infinite potential, residental is the ol'
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| Illtown New Jersey if you heard me Glock the bow
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| One two three BDP troops hard
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| Any questions I was blessed with lessons from God
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| Three, six, oh is the flow
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| I got so many styles I come full circle
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| I treat you like a jock strap, cause it’s my dick you jock
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| I got more props than Hollywood backdrops
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| I swing your head like back and forth like tennis
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| You got no lifestyle cause your style don’t exist
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| I got the code for the green flow and yellow hits
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| I treat MC’s like red lights, cause I be runnin shit
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| Causin drama, repents crazy like J. Dahmer
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| I’m hot like a puff goose bomber
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| And spittin on your crews, and re-fuse to lose
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| And get bruised rap’s got breaded, I pay dues
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| I am me, don’t try me G
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| I rip the beef off your back
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| You fuckin with the lion in me
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| I got troops, for soups or groups
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| They wanna stoop they get SLOWED DOWN like parachutes
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| Rippin ship my flavor kicks, like Ken-Bo kicks
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| So hold on, you never ever fuckin get it
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| Pass the +Boom Bap+ for the rap intoxicated
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| Pass the +Boom Bap+ to get my head elevated
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| Your man hesitated got done with the quickness
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| Cause the BDP crew, always rolls with the thickness
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| I’m soakin up your flow, on your neck I got the bounty
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| I heard you’re hot and wearin a Jheri Curl in Compton County
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| It’s Channel Live, I’m touchin on your brain like that
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| With the flavor for the roughneck that thinks abstract
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| When the chronic hits, I throw fits like epileptics
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| If you can’t understand it, motherfucker just respect it
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| Rethink, replan, refine — react and redefine
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| Rewind this ridiculous rhythm and recline
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| Realize, as I reword, restructure
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| The rap game, you can’t resist or recover brother
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| I’m like no other, I smother
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| From the sub-level thoughts, +Deeper+ than the movie +Cover+
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| But I’m not like Larry Fishburne, the mic burns
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| I rap with no delay, I turn-more-styles than the subway |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reprogram , by - Channel Live. Song from the album Station Identification, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп