Krs-one - Reprogram lyrics

{*scratched: "Reprogram" - 2X*} [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 sh** correct my style comes orthopedic Get off my dick f**er, don't play me for no s**er Herb I'm not a nerd I smoke blunts and kick verbs When I serve ya like Aga**i, pure agony of terror Try to catch the beam of light reflected in the mirror Never basic sh** 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: "Reprogram" - 4X*} [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 sh** 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 f**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 f**in get it {*scratched: "Reprogram" - 4X*} [Verse Three] Pa** the +Boom Bap+ for the rap intoxicated Pa** 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, motherf**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: "Reprogram" - 4X*}