| Song | Build & Destroy |
| Artist | Channel Live |
| Album | Station Identification |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Green, Morgan, Parker | |
| Yo Kris.. yo, where that shit at yo? | |
| That ol' ill shit | |
| [Verse One] | |
| I'm buildin foundations like a mason, I rock | |
| The texture of my architecture connects the dots | |
| It's the blueprints of sense, {?} submit | |
| Rough and rugged so yo fuck it, my armor can't get dent | |
| But technical, yo, I got mad precision | |
| I'm wired like 'lectricians, got wind like air conditioners | |
| My position is the foreman, I got more in store man | |
| I know you dig this shit so stop frontin like the doorman | |
| Now back to the schematic, get dramatic with the scene | |
| Hittin nails on the head, like a carpenter with beams | |
| Yo this ain't no dream, so don't sleep or slumber | |
| I make the fluid flow like a motherfuckin plumber | |
| Other rappers just get dumber, I just get smarter | |
| She rock from the start, to make my lyrics harder | |
| I reveal the deal so I'm somethin like a revelator | |
| If it's over your head get your ass on the elevator | |
| [Verse Two] | |
| I build constructions of skills for destruction | |
| Breakin through walls like wreckin balls | |
| Demolition is the mission, you're facin | |
| Whack motherfuckers need renovation - so face facts | |
| I'm harder than hardhats, I jack like a forklift brain | |
| I'm penetratin brainframes, with the truth as my jackhammer | |
| Check the grammar, collapse ya structure | |
| Surroundin and blockin off suckers | |
| Like barricades, I'm blowin up like the World Trade | |
| My center, it reads danger, don't enter | |
| Down with {?} like a build and destructin | |
| You're crumblin, while you're mumblin, sayin nothin | |
| A structure's only strong as the frame | |
| My knowledge is light, so I build to maintain | |
| The levels of my impact smothers your conciousness | |
| I wreck buildings cause I'm lyrically EXPLOSIVE | |
| "Hip Hop, Hip Hop!" "Everybody, run the town" [x8] |
| zuo ci : Green, Morgan, Parker | |
| Yo Kris.. yo, where that shit at yo? | |
| That ol' ill shit | |
| Verse One | |
| I' m buildin foundations like a mason, I rock | |
| The texture of my architecture connects the dots | |
| It' s the blueprints of sense, ? submit | |
| Rough and rugged so yo fuck it, my armor can' t get dent | |
| But technical, yo, I got mad precision | |
| I' m wired like ' lectricians, got wind like air conditioners | |
| My position is the foreman, I got more in store man | |
| I know you dig this shit so stop frontin like the doorman | |
| Now back to the schematic, get dramatic with the scene | |
| Hittin nails on the head, like a carpenter with beams | |
| Yo this ain' t no dream, so don' t sleep or slumber | |
| I make the fluid flow like a motherfuckin plumber | |
| Other rappers just get dumber, I just get smarter | |
| She rock from the start, to make my lyrics harder | |
| I reveal the deal so I' m somethin like a revelator | |
| If it' s over your head get your ass on the elevator | |
| Verse Two | |
| I build constructions of skills for destruction | |
| Breakin through walls like wreckin balls | |
| Demolition is the mission, you' re facin | |
| Whack motherfuckers need renovation so face facts | |
| I' m harder than hardhats, I jack like a forklift brain | |
| I' m penetratin brainframes, with the truth as my jackhammer | |
| Check the grammar, collapse ya structure | |
| Surroundin and blockin off suckers | |
| Like barricades, I' m blowin up like the World Trade | |
| My center, it reads danger, don' t enter | |
| Down with ? like a build and destructin | |
| You' re crumblin, while you' re mumblin, sayin nothin | |
| A structure' s only strong as the frame | |
| My knowledge is light, so I build to maintain | |
| The levels of my impact smothers your conciousness | |
| I wreck buildings cause I' m lyrically EXPLOSIVE | |
| " Hip Hop, Hip Hop!" " Everybody, run the town" x8 |
| zuò cí : Green, Morgan, Parker | |
| Yo Kris.. yo, where that shit at yo? | |
| That ol' ill shit | |
| Verse One | |
| I' m buildin foundations like a mason, I rock | |
| The texture of my architecture connects the dots | |
| It' s the blueprints of sense, ? submit | |
| Rough and rugged so yo fuck it, my armor can' t get dent | |
| But technical, yo, I got mad precision | |
| I' m wired like ' lectricians, got wind like air conditioners | |
| My position is the foreman, I got more in store man | |
| I know you dig this shit so stop frontin like the doorman | |
| Now back to the schematic, get dramatic with the scene | |
| Hittin nails on the head, like a carpenter with beams | |
| Yo this ain' t no dream, so don' t sleep or slumber | |
| I make the fluid flow like a motherfuckin plumber | |
| Other rappers just get dumber, I just get smarter | |
| She rock from the start, to make my lyrics harder | |
| I reveal the deal so I' m somethin like a revelator | |
| If it' s over your head get your ass on the elevator | |
| Verse Two | |
| I build constructions of skills for destruction | |
| Breakin through walls like wreckin balls | |
| Demolition is the mission, you' re facin | |
| Whack motherfuckers need renovation so face facts | |
| I' m harder than hardhats, I jack like a forklift brain | |
| I' m penetratin brainframes, with the truth as my jackhammer | |
| Check the grammar, collapse ya structure | |
| Surroundin and blockin off suckers | |
| Like barricades, I' m blowin up like the World Trade | |
| My center, it reads danger, don' t enter | |
| Down with ? like a build and destructin | |
| You' re crumblin, while you' re mumblin, sayin nothin | |
| A structure' s only strong as the frame | |
| My knowledge is light, so I build to maintain | |
| The levels of my impact smothers your conciousness | |
| I wreck buildings cause I' m lyrically EXPLOSIVE | |
| " Hip Hop, Hip Hop!" " Everybody, run the town" x8 |