station identification

Whats your station identification
I spark a mental cypher lasting down through revelations
Take a trip into my mental cypher, I get hyper
Sniping-ass MCs, seem to get me higher
Like the buddah, bless the cess when Im smoking
Hawaiian when Im rhymin cuz there aint no time for joking
Rotating lyrical rhythms like the motions of the wrist
On a fag, I rag, wack MCs like Maxi
Pads , you cant see me
Intellectually, you shallow, mentally, youre just starving
Im 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?
Im transmitting, Im giving MCs division, through diction
Cut em half, check the math, like magician
Conflicting pain on membranes
Im 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 dont be giving a ****
Like chastity, my compacitys unlimited
Wit no gimmick , kids cant figure my structure like pyramids
Im spirited like psychic and dead men resurrected
My wisdons 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 Im 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 cant 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
Im 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
Im cosmic, the unidentify flowing object
I find that you cant defined this, other rappers are blind to this
Im seeing, youre bleeding from your sinuses
Cuz Im on a higher plane, Ill be frying brains
I crack heads like ******* addicts, automatic
Dramatic, I break backs, Im chiropractic
I got mad, drastic tactics and static
Gymnastic styles it seems
Cuz I be flippin and balancing beams
Of radiation, devastation, youre facing, no tracing
You cant sketch a figure, abstract, no bullet gaps
If youre wack, my rhymes are triggered, youre 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 cant see what Im speaking
In fact, your delinquency cant see my frequency
I speak to thee in tongues like the exorcist
You cant test this, I resurrect wit correctness
Im 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, its 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