Reprogram Lyrics
| Song | Reprogram |
| Artist | Channel Live |
| Album | Station Identification |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Green, Morgan, Parker | |
| [scratched x2:] "Reprogram" | |
| [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 ****er, 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 | |
| [scratched x4:] "Reprogram"] | |
| [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 ****in 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 ****in get it | |
| [scratched x4:] "Reprogram" | |
| [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, mother****er 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 | |
| [scratched: x4] "Reprogram" |
| zuo ci : Green, Morgan, Parker | |
| scratched x2: " Reprogram" | |
| 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 er, 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 | |
| scratched x4: " Reprogram" | |
| 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 refuse 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 in 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 KenBo kicks | |
| So hold on, you never ever in get it | |
| scratched x4: " Reprogram" | |
| 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, mother er 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 sublevel thoughts, Deeper than the movie Cover | |
| But I' m not like Larry Fishburne, the mic burns | |
| I rap with no delay, I turnmorestyles than the subway | |
| scratched: x4 " Reprogram" |
| zuò cí : Green, Morgan, Parker | |
| scratched x2: " Reprogram" | |
| 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 er, 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 | |
| scratched x4: " Reprogram" | |
| 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 refuse 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 in 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 KenBo kicks | |
| So hold on, you never ever in get it | |
| scratched x4: " Reprogram" | |
| 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, mother er 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 sublevel thoughts, Deeper than the movie Cover | |
| But I' m not like Larry Fishburne, the mic burns | |
| I rap with no delay, I turnmorestyles than the subway | |
| scratched: x4 " Reprogram" |
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