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

Just lyrical bliss from the depths of the abyss

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, fuck a nine and clip

I make a rapper trip like white chicks in horror flicks

Identify your station or ?adjustment?

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 shit 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 fuck

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 muthafuckas 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 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 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 (3x)

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