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 f*ckin' 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