Introduction to Bit-Hop Songtext
von MC Zappa

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