I spark a mental cypher lasting down through revelations
 Take a trip into my mental cypher  I get hyper
 Sniping ass MC's  seem to get me higher
 Like the buddah  bless the cess when I'm smoking
 Hawaiian when I'm rhymin cuz there ain't no time for joking
 Just lyrical bliss from the depths of the abyss
 Rotating lyrical rhythms like the motions of the wrist
 On a fag, I rag, wack MC's like Maxi
 Pads, you can't see me
 Intellectually, you shallow, mentally, you're just starving
 I'm rollin on em like Calvin Butts up in Harlem
 Wit metaphors, fuck a nine and clip
 I make a rapper trip like white chicks in horror flicks
 Identify your station or ?adjustment?
 I'm transmitting, I'm giving MC's division, through diction
 Cut em half, check the math, like magician
 Conflicting pain on membranes
 I'm running shit 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 don't be giving a fuck
 Like chastity, my compacity's unlimited
 Wit no gimmick, kids can't figure my structure like pyramids
 I'm spirited like psychic and dead men resurrected
 My wisdon's 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 I'm 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 can't 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
 I'm breakin on these muthafuckas 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
 I'm cosmic, the unidentify flowing object
 I find that you can't defined this, other rappers are blind to this
 I'm seeing, you're bleeding from your sinuses
 Cuz I'm on a higher plane, I'll be frying brains
 I crack heads like cocaine addicts, automatic
 Dramatic, I break backs, I'm chiropractic
 I got mad, drastic tactics and static
 Gymnastic styles it seems
 Cuz I be flippin and balancing beams
 Of radiation, devastation, you're facing, no tracing
 You can't sketch a figure, abstract, no bullet gaps
 If you're wack, my rhymes are triggered, you're 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 can't see what I'm speaking
 In fact, your delinquency can't see my frequency
 I speak to thee in tongues like the exorcist
 You can't test this, I resurrect wit correctness
 I'm defying like death is
 Open up your eyes and, open up your ears and
 Check your station, check your station (3x)
 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, it's 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