Phenomenon
One and One Lyrics
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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?)
The lyrics of One and One's song Phenomenon is a showcase of the artist's skill in incorporating various elements of rap such as boasting, self-promotion, and bravado. The song's opening lines combined references to Star Trek and an alias in Funk Docta Spock with a call for attention from Meth-Tical and Biggie. The verse contains threats of violence and boasts of being able to run down opponents without fear of repercussions. The chorus exudes pride as Biggie claims the mantle of "king" of rap.
Continuing through the song, there are numerous allusions to criminal activity such as drug trafficking, robbery, and gun violence. The lyrics suggest that "real" rap involves not only lyrical prowess but also a connection to the streets through criminal activity. This connection adds to the artist's credibility, and adds a mystique that makes their rhymes seem more authentic.
One of the standout devices in the lyrics of Phenomenon is the artist's use of rhyme schemes. They incorporate complex rhyming patterns such as half-rhymes, internal rhymes, and assonance, all to add to the flow of the lyrics, and maintain the rhythm of the song. The lyrics show that for One and One, rap is not just about the content of the lyrics, but also about how those lyrics sound.
Overall, the lyrics of Phenomenon by One and One showcase the artist's skills in rap, and their willingness to incorporate violence and criminal activity as part of their message. The song is an excellent example of the genre and a testament to the artist's successful career.
Line by Line Meaning
Well it's the Funk Docta Spock
Introducing himself as the Funk Docta Spock
Meth-Tical
Referring to himself as Meth-Tical
Biggie, Biggie
Mentioning Biggie Smalls
Uhh, uhh, uhh, (yo c'mon Big) uhh
Expressing excitement and calling out to Biggie Smalls
Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
Expressing determination to spread his message and protect himself
The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Referring to the respected individuals who speak the truth
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Describing grabbing possessions forcefully
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it
Violently attacking subpar rappers
So I grab it, never run, the outcome
Asserting that he never backs down from a challenge
Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
Warning that confrontations result in severe beatings, regardless of the opponent
Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast
Indicating that violence knows no geographical boundaries
Leave most in the blood they layin' in, what, what?
Leaving his adversaries in pools of their own blood
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
Demanding that his opponents prove their claims
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
Silencing his adversaries with the threat of violence
It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
Expressing surprise at the authenticity of his opponent's possessions
But they weren't, so run it, cousin
Demanding that his opponent hand over their valuable possessions
I could chill, the heat doesn't
Asserting that he remains calm under pressure
Ran up in your shell about a dozen
Describing forcefully entering his adversary's space
You never see bank like Frank White
Boasting about his wealth and success
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
Describing the fear his opponent experiences
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
Threatening his opponent's life and instructing them to surrender
Yo yo
Calling out
I don't brown nose out of town hoes
Refraining from flattering or pleasing unfamiliar women
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
Carrying a crowbar for self-defense
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
Remaining unidentified and suspicious when arrested
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin Klein clothes
Insulting his opponent's physique and fashion choices
Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
Generating excitement and attention when he makes appearances
I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
Asserting his presence and success
Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
Warning that his opponent's demise is approaching
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
Distrusting others since the notorious criminal, Gotti, was apprehended
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
Referring to his neighborhood and asserting his authority
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
Describing his weapon as dark and powerful
I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
Referring to his crew as deceitful and dangerous
I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
Threatening severe physical harm
The Doc is born with a grenade palm
Claiming to have innate destructive power
I'm concurrent in your hood like a teenage mom
Asserting his presence and influence in his opponent's neighborhood
Yo Biggie (What? What?) She havin' my bay-bayy
Informing Biggie that someone is pregnant with his child
If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
Warning that a show of force will require surrender
This rule is so underrated
Expressing the belief that a specific principle is undervalued
Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
Accusing someone of pretending that something cannot occur
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
Stating that there are no other dominant figures in the rap industry
Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon
Describing Biggie as an exceptional rap artist
I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys
Referring to his financial responsibilities and involvement in illegal activities
Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Mocking others for removing seeds from their marijuana while he witnesses their cowardice
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
Asserting ownership and control over his territory
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
Disregarding popular hip-hop trends
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance
Detailing a partnership and successful financial move
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
Describing a drug transaction involving a significant quantity
From Branson, now we lampin', twelve room mansion
Enjoying the fruits of their illegal activities in a luxurious mansion
Bitches get naked off 'Get Money', 'Player's Anthem'
Boasting about the allure of his music and its effect on women
Don't forget, 'One More Chance' and, my other hits, other shit
Highlighting his popular songs and overall success
Niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come naturally
Accusing other rappers of being fake while boasting about his criminal tendencies
In and out like fuckin' rapidly, pass the gat to me
Describing his swift criminal activities and requesting a weapon
Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin' blasphemy
Threatening severe violence as punishment for disrespect
Blastin' me, your family, rest in coffins often
Warning that those who oppose him will suffer tragic losses
Frank Wizzah, far from soft or fragilla
Asserting his toughness and resilience
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
Drawing a comparison to a skilled athlete and emphasizing his dual identity as a rapper and drug dealer
Slash guerilla, slash illest turned iller
Describing his violent and impressive nature
Now now
Signaling a change in topic or tone
Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
Rejecting confrontational behavior and stating that someone is being disrespectful
I take these adolescents back to Spofford
Referring to a juvenile detention center and indicating that he can discipline younger individuals
Mentally, my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side
Describing his mental strength and endurance
That's infinity
Emphasizing that his mental energy is limitless
Too many sick niggas, nickel nines bring the remedy
Referring to the prevalence of troubled individuals and claiming that his weapons will cure the problem
When you play the field, what's the penalty?
Questioning the consequences of engaging in criminal activities
Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers
Warning that engaging in unnecessary violence will result in severe consequences
Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid
Mocking those who lack intelligence and threatening to harm them
Until they got love for my music
Asserting that violence will continue until his opponents respect his talents
Star Wars, I'm Han Solo, with three egos
Comparing himself to a character from Star Wars and emphasizing his complex personality
And three charges, I got to 'See-three-P.O.'s'
Referring to legal charges and using wordplay with a Star Wars reference
This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
Declaring that it is a day dedicated to defeating his enemies
High bar flow-er with no equal
Proudly asserting that his lyrical abilities are unmatched
Niggas swingin' swords in the WAR, that's my people
Describing the aggression and loyalty of his associates
Sho' nuff, before I roll up, this is a hold up
Asserting his dominance and threatening further action
Hands high, reach for the sky
Ordering his opponents to raise their hands
I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
Representing Staten Island and acknowledging the influence of the late Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopes
New York Shitty, put they weight on it
Highlighting the struggles and harsh realities of New York City
And who better for the job than Biggie?
Implying that Biggie is the perfect person for handling the challenges
The Notorious, Jeee-zus, 'Unbelievable' rhyme that reaches
Referring to Biggie as the iconic and talented rapper
And touch individual, small frame buck and change
Implying that he has the power to impact and influence others
MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain
Dismissing other rappers and challenging them to protect their valuables
All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin'
Prioritizing wealth over fame, while criticizing the exploitative nature of record labels
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
Acknowledging that despite facing setbacks, he always rises back stronger
Hot, forcin' my way up in the door
Asserting his determination to succeed against all odds
To kill the bullshit like a matador
Taking action against negativity and obstacles like a matador in a bullfight
Keep your hands high (what?)
Reiterating the instruction to raise hands in surrender
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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@kyleswayze1885
2021...keeping real hip hop alive the best we can. Hip Hops not dead...its just underground.
@B_M2001
And we back in 2022 still alive 💪🏾
@tuttifrutiayc
Un clasico...Hoy, mañana y siempre
@5royalsent
THIS IS AMAZING AND SO DOPE! CALIENTE!!!!!!! HEAD BOBBING LIKE CRAZY! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@bigdaddykeysDABELTKING61
Shout out to my man Chuck!! Your legacy is cemented with this track. Madd respect to you. A pleasure to know you my brother .🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
@rondasmith5188
Loving this in 2015! If there is a DJ on the radio brave enough to put in regular rotation today it would blow up on the airwaves!
@ignacioherrera8626
Lovin this in 2018
@hollyrussin9421
Loving this on feb 1st 2019 !!!!!!!
@szuszu1235
22' keepin it real
@lettasmith4895
One of the most slept on song ever.