Hookem from Revision by MC Pan
Tracklist
| 1. | Hookem | 2:51 |
Lyrics
[VERSE 1]
Gotta hookem in like a hooker
Abduction I took her
About to blow up like a pressure cooker
So hot, I’m a looker
Thirteen footer drug pusher
Cock in her ass till she pucker
Underdog, I’m a subwoofer
So gay you need a bowl with your sugar
So gone I can drown her in liquor
You’re just an image on a computer, call you a flicker
I hookem
Duke Nukem
Super human
Tune in
Drop acid
And drop out
You’ll never know what I’m about
Cause your flaccid rancid passive
I’m massive
So you need to go back to classes
I smack asses
That’s my passion
I split atoms
And turn you into gasses
I’m too graphic and rapid
You need glasses
Cat call elastic
This assassin is attractive
I murder emcees and keep their souls captive
In a sound proof casket
My case is basket
On acid so drastic
I wreak havoc
So much that every passage
I write is a classic
I’m ancient and resurrected like Jurassic
That’s why I’ve lasted
Through the burn like lactic
My tactics are adaptive
Drown you in lake placid
Till you’re inactive
Fuck it, you better fasten
Your seat belt, hearing the racket
That’s my internet traffic combative
I mastered it
I mastered it
I mastered it
Hook line and sinker
God, the tinker
No song is a stinker
I’m a thinker
Don’t blink or
You’ll miss my blinker
I’m turnin’ around the corner
So fast I’ll spot you actin’ like little Jack Horner
The rap game acts like I’m a foreigner
I got no brother, but I’m Warner
Warnin’ her, she can never pierce my armor
You clamor to get off the burner
The fire I lit under your ass in horror
This year I’m stronger
Torture you longer
I’m the future, you’re the former
Immaculate performer
Running up on you like a storm trooper
Party pooper
Creating disorder
Government informer
You murmur, I’m the recorder
Constantly in the moment like a New Age Explorer
Love New World Order
I pre-order your demise like a shady reporter
The reformer
I’m the Hip Hop transformer
Sacred Geometry truncated, I cut corners
If you get corny, you’re cornered
I’m always in glory, continually honored
But you’re a goner
Get the D.O.C. a vocal chord donor
I shoot you at the border
Hookem like a Defiant One
Control, I got me a gun
Fun, all the way up the dress of a nun
I strum your strings with precision
The rising son
I’m one spun pun
Laughing all the way to the rerun
I’m a lyric ton concert to the sun
But I’m not done
Revision of the division vision
I’ve made my decision
That me and rap are headed for a head-on collision
My lyrical mission
You’ll see me on television
The gift of rap I was given
I’m not leavin’
Not even a smidgeon
I’ve arisen, cut through attrition
Christened in a holy condition
I’m rippin’ the rhythm you listen
I’m driven by a loaded ignition
The musician magician
Who holds the rap game in submission
From God I got the permission
I’m my own religion
I kill the opposition
You think I’m an apparition
Rhyme slay, I am the definition
With no intermission
Y’all listen to all I have written
