Reprogram — текст песни (Channel Live)

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[Verse One]
Internalize, externalize, check the exercise
Kick the lyricals, the buddha 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 cyper 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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[Verse Two]
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 MC`s like red lights, cause I be runnin shit
Causin drama, repents crazy like J. Dahmer
I`m hot like a puff goose bomber
And spittin on your crews, and 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 never ever fuckin get it

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[Verse Three]
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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