Introduction to Bit-Hop

I ain't jokin'; turntables are smokin' like Pall Mall
Ashes to ashes, and then you all fall

Down to my punishin' sound that's coverin' ground
You betta ask somebody, yo, I ain't fuckin' around

Makin' 'em rage quit wit' my 8-bit style
Hardly wack; iller than a hypochondriac

I'm shakin' up the game like a POW Block
And the turntables is what I will now rock

Listen to the bass
Listen
Listen to the bass

You want mo' action? I make dope tracks and
MCs get instakilled like Bo Jackson

Packin' more flavor than onion fried rice
And like Salt 'n' Pepa, you know my mic's nice

I flip 45s like spatula pancakes
Still haven't come close to usin' half of these damn breaks

Records, I cut 'em up like Todd Sweeney
You wished for a new sound? Huh, well, I'm the genie

Flex is a guillotine

This particular break I chose 'cuz it slaps hard
Got more power than Thor from Asgard

Bit-Hop is legally classified as a lethal weapon
And you know I keep 'em steppin' with the beats I'm reppin'

MC Zappa's on the mix goin' haywire
With the same fire that I bring to the microphone

The obsolete cannot defeat me
You know how the rhyme go; fire like Shango

I'll strike ya dome wit' my Bit-Hop beats
Beats, beats, beats
I'll strike ya dome
Strike ya dome wit' my Bit-Hop beats
Bit-Hop
Strike ya dome wit' my Bit-Hop beats
Bit-Hop
Beats, beats, beats