phenomenon
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Meth-Tical
Biggie, Biggie
Uhh, uhh, uhh, (yo c'mon Big) uhh
Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
So I grab it, never run, the outcome
Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood they layin' in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
But they wasn't, so run it, cousin
I could chill, the heat doesn't
Ran up in your shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
Yo yo
I don't brown nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin Klein clothes
Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
The Doc is born with a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom
Yo Biggie (What? What?) She havin' my bay-bayy
If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
This rule is so underrated
Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon
This rule is so underrated
Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon
Uhh, uhh
I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys
Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
From Branson, now we lampin', twelve room mansion
Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shit
Niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come naturally
In and out like fuckin' rapidly, pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin' blasphemy
Blastin' me, your family, rest in coffins often
Frank Wizzah, far from soft or fragilla
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
Slash guerilla, slash illest turned iller
Now now
Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
I take these adolescents back to Spofford
Mentally, my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side
That's infinity
Too many sick niggas, nickel nines bring the remedy
When you play the field, what's the penalty?
Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers
Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid
Until they got love for my music
Star Wars, I'm Han Solo, with three egos
And three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
High bar flow-er with no equal
Niggas swingin' swords in the WAR, that's my people
Sho' nuff, before I roll up, this is a hold up
Hands high, reach for the sky
I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
New York Shitty, put they weight on it
And who better for the job than Biggie?
The Notorious, Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches
And touch individual, small frame buck and change
MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain
All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin'
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
Hot, forcin' my way up in the door
To kill the bullshit like a matador
Keep your hands high (what?)
In the song "Phenomenon" by O.B., the lyrics start off with references to various iconic figures in the rap industry, such as Funk Docta Spock, Meth-Tical, and Biggie. The artist establishes his authority and prowess in the rap game, proclaiming himself as the "Funk Docta Spock." He emphasizes his skill with wordplay and clever rhymes, asserting that he can reach any level of success, taking a dig at lesser rappers.
The lyrics continue by highlighting the violent and aggressive nature of the artist's persona. He boasts about his ability to snatch and smack other rappers, showing no fear in confronting them. He dismisses their claims of fame and wealth as fake, challenging them to back up their words. The artist also showcases his versatility and dominance in both the East and West Coast rap scenes, willing to use force to establish his superiority.
Moving on, the lyrics switch to a different perspective, with O.B. expressing his disdain for superficial relationships and manipulation. He rejects the idea of seeking favor from out-of-town women and instead focuses on his own power and influence in the streets. He brags about his criminal activities, such as drug dealing and robbery, asserting his dominance and wealth. O.B. presents himself as a fearless and unpredictable force, unafraid to commit violent acts to protect his reputation.
Lastly, the lyrics touch on the artist's resilience and determination to overcome obstacles. O.B. rejects any confrontations that may lead to trouble or arguments but instead chooses to focus on his music and career. He metaphorically compares his energy and creativity to the symbol of infinity, implying that his talent and influence are limitless. The artist acknowledges the presence of other talented individuals in the rap industry but declares himself as the one and only true King. O.B. asserts himself as a standout figure, mixing charismatic wordplay with aggressive and confident claims, ultimately demanding listeners to acknowledge his talent and keep their hands raised in recognition.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: REGGIE NOBLE, THOM BELL, ROLAND LAWRENCE CHAMBERS, KENNY GAMBLE, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, IKE LEE, TRACEY LEE
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