| Song | Lock It Up |
| Artist | Channel Live |
| Album | Station Identification |
| 作词 : Green, Morgan, Remi | |
| My shit is thick like a wooly headed black Jesus | |
| I was born to win skills like my nappy stuff | |
| But when I gots my nappy stuff I got a flake or two | |
| These irritatin flakes, I wipe them out the whole crew | |
| Shinin through like the coconut, all on my scalp | |
| Hey these irritatin flakes act like locks cause they dread | |
| When I flex my nappy stuff, there's no whack jheri curl juice | |
| In other words, a weak raps I never can produce | |
| So cut them jheri curl raps, and try again naps | |
| In skilled hard work, professor needs wax | |
| Cause I got as many locks as the skins I busted | |
| Extensions get dissed cause they can't be trusted | |
| But I love it when they blow it feels good to my head | |
| It's about the same length but two inches thicker | |
| Like a dread from my bobbin head I swing back and forth | |
| Suckers on me like my locks, they stuck to what sauce? | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| MC's dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up) | |
| MC's dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up) | |
| MC's dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up) | |
| Locked what? (Lock lock it up now) | |
| [Verse Two] | |
| As my dreadlock twist like a fist I got the punch | |
| Givin knots like my locks, I roll 'em up like blunts | |
| Twirled in the riddle, just bring the comprehension | |
| I kick that real shit, not the whack extensions | |
| Pay attention did I mention, descended from Egyptian | |
| Relaxed her then I waxed her, gave the girl kiniption | |
| Fits, misfit, when you use that curly shit | |
| I'm connected to the source, so I can make the hits | |
| Like **** it, I'm gettin, the ducats by the buckets | |
| My naps are God given, so yo I can't destruct 'em | |
| With the lye, no lie, so I bust the hemp | |
| If Jheri wanna step, I slam him like Kemp | |
| With the supersonic boom, we got the dreads in the room | |
| With the actual, the factual, the self-manufactural | |
| Diggin up the whack synthetic, pathetic | |
| Hardcore to the roots, so I keep my nappy dreadded | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse Three] | |
| I shoot them rocks like locks, I got you dreadded plus beheaded | |
| Every verse disperse this metaphor that be embedded | |
| In your cranium, MC's I'm slayin | |
| They get licked and clipped like barbershops so just be fadin | |
| Now barby master, rhyme styles get boasted | |
| Hesitation, just wait a second, for those rappers | |
| Who couldn't guess my combination, cause I got 'em locked | |
| Hooked cause I twist metaphors in knots and kinks | |
| You're not seein what you think, it's actual | |
| Just like my nappy skull, my skills are nat-u-ral | |
| For me to lose you with the style I kick | |
| I got these suckers locked up (locked what?) ON MY DICK! | |
| (Lock it up now!) | |
| (Lock it up now!) | |
| Lock what? (Lock it up now!) | |
| Lock what? (Lock lock it up now!) | |
| Lock what? (Lock it up now!) | |
| Lock what? (Lock it up now!) | |
| Lock what? (Lock it up now!) | |
| Lock what? (Lock it up now!) | |
| Lock what?! |
| zuò cí : Green, Morgan, Remi | |
| My shit is thick like a wooly headed black Jesus | |
| I was born to win skills like my nappy stuff | |
| But when I gots my nappy stuff I got a flake or two | |
| These irritatin flakes, I wipe them out the whole crew | |
| Shinin through like the coconut, all on my scalp | |
| Hey these irritatin flakes act like locks cause they dread | |
| When I flex my nappy stuff, there' s no whack jheri curl juice | |
| In other words, a weak raps I never can produce | |
| So cut them jheri curl raps, and try again naps | |
| In skilled hard work, professor needs wax | |
| Cause I got as many locks as the skins I busted | |
| Extensions get dissed cause they can' t be trusted | |
| But I love it when they blow it feels good to my head | |
| It' s about the same length but two inches thicker | |
| Like a dread from my bobbin head I swing back and forth | |
| Suckers on me like my locks, they stuck to what sauce? | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| MC' s dread my skills but I got ' em locked up | |
| MC' s dread my skills but I got ' em locked up | |
| MC' s dread my skills but I got ' em locked up | |
| Locked what? Lock lock it up now | |
| Verse Two | |
| As my dreadlock twist like a fist I got the punch | |
| Givin knots like my locks, I roll ' em up like blunts | |
| Twirled in the riddle, just bring the comprehension | |
| I kick that real shit, not the whack extensions | |
| Pay attention did I mention, descended from Egyptian | |
| Relaxed her then I waxed her, gave the girl kiniption | |
| Fits, misfit, when you use that curly shit | |
| I' m connected to the source, so I can make the hits | |
| Like it, I' m gettin, the ducats by the buckets | |
| My naps are God given, so yo I can' t destruct ' em | |
| With the lye, no lie, so I bust the hemp | |
| If Jheri wanna step, I slam him like Kemp | |
| With the supersonic boom, we got the dreads in the room | |
| With the actual, the factual, the selfmanufactural | |
| Diggin up the whack synthetic, pathetic | |
| Hardcore to the roots, so I keep my nappy dreadded | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three | |
| I shoot them rocks like locks, I got you dreadded plus beheaded | |
| Every verse disperse this metaphor that be embedded | |
| In your cranium, MC' s I' m slayin | |
| They get licked and clipped like barbershops so just be fadin | |
| Now barby master, rhyme styles get boasted | |
| Hesitation, just wait a second, for those rappers | |
| Who couldn' t guess my combination, cause I got ' em locked | |
| Hooked cause I twist metaphors in knots and kinks | |
| You' re not seein what you think, it' s actual | |
| Just like my nappy skull, my skills are natural | |
| For me to lose you with the style I kick | |
| I got these suckers locked up locked what? ON MY DICK! | |
| Lock it up now! | |
| Lock it up now! | |
| Lock what? Lock it up now! | |
| Lock what? Lock lock it up now! | |
| Lock what? Lock it up now! | |
| Lock what? Lock it up now! | |
| Lock what? Lock it up now! | |
| Lock what? Lock it up now! | |
| Lock what?! |