Lyrics
HOOKED ON ONE HIT
-V-
BIGGITY-BOOM goes the bass in your face, now my place
Is where we're meeting to be greeting every creature, every race.
I set the pace. Do not trust what you might possibly be thing is
In the contents of the briefcase...I interlace the beats with flows,
with cuts, fake-baked-shake-butts...I be inventive.
We're Z to tha E to tha 'Ffective.
Once upon a time, son, do not end up disrespective, in perspective
Is how I'm always living, always giving advice perhaps to those unshriven,
But now let's begin nuttkickin' again, jammin' with friends
And I'm hoping the journey never ends.
-PMP-
Listen to the lesson, it's enlightenment, no fightin' it...
(sure sounds okay to me!)
Cuz I'm the Phunk Masta Phat and that the way that be,
I ain't got no Tech9's under my Techniques,
Just a pair of quick sneaks to beat you out on the street,
Sneak a peak out my Filas, yea, the old ones,
holes in the soles, bad laces and no tongues.
If you wanna come, come, and then come and a make it quick,
And bring Effectiveness with the Z in front of it.
-EBR-
From the depths of obscurity, rap is luring me
Into the mainstream, yo, but I can't swim,
so let me take a chance here and go out on a limb,
I tread soft, but then I break it off and dive right in.
You think I'd sink, but I'm staying adrift
and afloat in the boat of my lyrical gift.
How do I rap so good? Hell, I'm pleadin' the fifth,
The only thing I know: this beat makes ya head shift,
It makes ya feet twist, it makes ya hips lift,
Makes you throw up the things on the end of your wrists,
It makes ya wig flip, it makes the sweat drip,
Bass bumps so hard it makes your heart skip,
Makes your glass tip, and makes your lips sip,
Makes you get in the pit, thrash and kick,
Makes all the doubters start to through fits,
Makes us blow up cuz this song is the wick,
In a couple of months, I know I'll be ticked,
Cuz guarandamnteed these lyrics get bit.
This song will make you play it again when it quits,
Cuz this track is pure dope, you're hooked on one hit.
-PMP-
One hit, you're hooked, and you can't get enough of it.
Be careful to take too much, cuz it's euphoric.
Suckin'm, blowin'm up like storms,
You know, I think you’ve had enough, but okay, you’ve been warned,
I'm putting food in your head for that metal mastication,
So display the credentials of your rap education.
-V-
I got my degree in Hip-hopology.
I studied and filled my head with knowledge,
See, I'ma keep going, till you acknowledge me,
Oh, and then I'll be accepting your apology.
Mike to the V, you know I am not phony,
I make shit smooth, the microphone's my zambony,
And when I'm on the tables it's as if I’m using scissors.
F*ck your Alka-seltzer crew, you're just plop-plop-fizzers.
