1.Road To The Riches
Verse one：
When i was five years old i realized there was a road
At the end i will win lots of pots of gold
Never took a break, never made a mistake
Took time to create cos there's money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Some nights i shedded tears while i sent up prayers
Been through hard times, even worked part time
In a ？seafood？ store sweepin floors for dimes
I was sort of a porter takin the next man's order
Breakin my back for ？a shack for headquarters？
All my manpower for four bucks an hour
Took the time, i wrote rhymes in the shower
Shoes are scoffed cos the road gets rough
But i'ma rock it til my pockets ain't stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn't speak cos my checks was weak
They would turn the other cheek so i started to seek
A way to get a play, and maybe one day
I'll be performin up a storm for a decent pay
No matter how it seems i always kept the dream
All the girlies scream and suckas get creamed
Dreamed about it for five years straight
Finally i got a break and cut my first plate
The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches
My name is kool g rap, i'm on the road to the riches
Verse two：
I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock
Money bustin out my sock cos i really would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans
The cash was comin fast, money grew like grass
People hungry for the blast that don't even last
Didn't want to be involved but the money will getcha
Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture
But i still supplied, some people i knew died
Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide
Money, jewelry, livin like a star
And i wasn't too far from a jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the town's al pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy valentino
I shot up stores and i kicked down doors
Collecting scars from little neighborhood wars
Many legs i broke, many necks i choked
And if provoked i let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Sellin nickels and dimes, sunshine or rain
What i had was bad from my shoes to my pad
In the first time in my life loanin money to dad
Now the table's turned and my lifestyle switches
My name is kool g rap, i'm on the road to the riches
Verse three：
？a thug a-mugs？ for drugs, he eventually bugs
Lookin for crack on carpets and rugs
？the squealers tells？ but the dealer still sells
Little spoiled kids inheritin oil wells
I was the type on the opposite side
Of smokin the pipe, in a beef i got hype
Cos rags to riches switches men to witches
Become stitches, body bags in ditches
Bloodshed, i painted the town red
People fled as i put a dread's head to bed
That mean's dead, in other words deceased
Face got erased, bullets got released
Bombs were planted, the kids were kidnapped
In fact that was a way to get back
At enemies who tried to clock g's
On my block, now they forever knock z's
Plans of rampages went for ages
Some got knocked and locked inside cages
Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts
In god we trust, now rots to rust
Plus caps to cops, policeman drops
You blew off his top when the pistol went pop
Troopers, soldiers, rollin like boulders
Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder
Some young male put in jail
His lawyer so good his bail is on sale
Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power last？
Longer than my song but he already fell
He likes to eat hardy, party
Be like john gotti, and drive a maserati
Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's jello
Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello
One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate
But just ？stay？, ship him upstate by the great lakes
And than a-wait and wait and wait
Til he breaks, that's all it takes
So he fakes to be a man, but he can't stand
On his own two feet because now he's in a new land
Rules are different and so is life
When you think with a shank, talk with a knife
Not my lifestyle so i made a u-turn
More money i earn, more money to burn
Pushin all buttons, pullin all switches
My name is g. rap, i'm on the road to the riches
2.It's A Demo
(x4)
People in the audience kool g rap is my name
I write rhymes and insert them inside your brain
And dj polo, the man i'm behind
He operates the turntables when i'm rocking my rhymes, see...
(x4)
Psychopath on the phonograph, nut of the cuts
You heard the boy slice, is he nice or what？
He's the main entertainer inside the show
And he goes by the name of dj polo, see...
(x4)
I supply the data, he's the wheel operator
We're walking tall and we're called the terminators
I'm kool g rap, and he's polo
He cuts like a pro when i go solo
He's a record spinner winner, that you can bet
Eats dj's for dinner on his table set
With cuts he concocts and the party rocks
Dj's want to xerox it out the box
A professional performer, wheels of steel trainer
One hundred percent excellent entertainer
The maker and creator of the lyrical line
Idea of shakespeare, the mind of einstein
Surrender, pretender, you don't exist
As a vocalist, so you can kiss this
I'm kool g rap, greatest of all times
And you can see it, inside my rhymes
See it's a demo
(x4)
My recital will form a musical brainstorm
Powerful sound waves where ear drums are torn
The performer recites, competitors ignite
Audiences tonight i came to incite
Fascinating results, a defeat will be difficult
Equivalent to a thousand volts
To my brief rap speech you attach like a leech
Examine when i'm jamming and when i preach
Before i'm completed, you will all be deleted
You said i sucked, instead i succeeded
Fan fascinator, i supply data
According to the groove, i'm a real smooth operator
I activate a musical device
Dialogues are concise, no need to splice
My system contains musical rap rain
Instrumentals inserted inside your brain
All levels rate low with a medium tempo
I give a dramatical cameo show
And now you know dj polo
These party people are ready to go
See it's a demo
(x4)
Better than a snicker when it comes to a snack
I go solo with polo when i'm in combat
I'm the mc humanoid and i just get annoyed
Boy you'll be destroyed cause you copy like a polaroid
Coming like a meteor inside any area
Make the people merrier, vicious like a terrier
Like a terrorist, i will terrorize
Telling any territory i'm a glory enterprise
The microphone fanatic, cause i'm the asiatic
Brotherman from the motherland, rappers automatic
Ly suffer as i suffocate, then i start to alienate
Make you an inmate, so you cannot retaliate
Mutilate at a rate to penetrate you
No other crew can rescue
My talents are balanced my audience is silent
Mc's stop biting or i'll get violent
It's a demo...
(x4)
I take a scene to the extreme
To the climax and those who sleep will have a wet dream
So don't even quote what you write is dolt
Your rhymes are small-time through a microscope
More cooler than an ice ages
Biters, let the effective students walk through my white pages
Different stages of rage that i'm going through
And like an owl, you'll know who to
Feed your greed, you want and need
The rhymes that you carefully read, but your eyes bleed
Cause my fury is scary
And if you bite, you'll be leaving all your teeth for the tooth
fairy
Go ahead and dare me, if you think i'm joking or playing
When you're feeling what i'm saying, you'll be kneeling and
praying
Then i release steam like a radiator
And attack mc's like a gladiator
As my talent proceeds to grow, yo
This ain't the end of the show, it's a demo
(x5)
3.Men At Work
Since we didn't make no records in a long time
Why don't you show these rap sap suckers what kind of rhymes you
got
Money!＞
Deadly rhymes, here's the solution
Smoking so bad, i'mma cause a pollution
With satisfaction, baddest action, fatal attraction
Drop you to an improper fraction
Ill insanity, kill like amity-
Ville horror, as i wipe out humanity
Won't leave a path, a track, a trail to trace
But when you're staring inside a mirror, you see my face
And i'll terrify, so don't ever try
To shake or bake or flake cause i never fry
Letters together sly as a fox clever than ever
Silly ducks write rhymes with feathers
Really dope needles are needed to inject this
Dope cause i'm a death wish, not even bob hope's
Rhymes are rugged, soul flooded, cold blooded
You ain't better, you're butter, so just shut it
Here to perform, having a brainstorm, make a rain form
How rap groups run to keep the name warm
Putting heads to beddy-bye like freddy so get ready
Cause i'mma get crazier than crazy eddie
I'm alone but my tone is a sharp tune
Developing pictures in your brain like a darkroom
Rappers are captured and tortured with rapture
In 3-d is a g coming at you
Words in my rap will surprise you like cracker jacks
You dig them like sugar smacks and bite them like apple jacks
Brother, sister, misses or mister
My style is complicated, patterns like a twister
Throws, my shadow grows when i walk slow
Nerds are scared to be heard so they talk low
But i've been urging to drill in your brain like a surgeon
Rhymes so dope and they're busting you up like a virgin
More competitors change to challenger
You need to talk into a mic with a silencer
My defeat is like a mission impossible
My brain is unexplained, not illogical
Tough for a passing pate to assassinate
Guns in your ass so fast, it'll fascinate
You try to duplicate to get up to date
Can't wait to peep my profile on paper, mate
The innovator with greater data, deeper than a crater
Of course, polo's the boss of the crossfader
The rage is on, my rhymes are airborne
Stage is torn to wreck, my murdering gear's on
Moving a head, never bled inside a bloodshed
Nothing is said, instead heads are dead
G rap manages styles, taking all the advantages
Putting sucker rappers in bandages
I got a plot so hot it'll tan
I might be cool but i'm far from a fan
Letting you know how it is in show biz
Give me a prince and i'mma a show you a g wiz
Bright as einstein, brighter than sunshine
Rhymes will intoxicate like moonshine
Total disaster the broadcaster master
Passed ya as the tempo goes faster
Sparks shoot out from the mic when i rhyme ignites
All types of words i write, put in flight
Rappers evaporate to vapor, i drop science on paper
And then build a skyscraper
When i die, scientists will preserve my brain
Donate it to science to answer the unexplained
But as long as i inhale and exhale
I challenge the next female or the next male
What you hear in your ears all appears to be clear
Consider me fear cause i shear ideas
That sticks to the mix, more tricks that a 666
So you better grab a crucifix
Men at work...(x8)
My ideas overload
And the records i make explode in every zip code
Definitely def, the five fingers of death
Doc the butcher, polo's the chef
And i'm the waiter cause i serve imitators
Who try to duplicate like an emulator
Try to get paid copying a name brand
If i was gucci, then you would be dapper dan
Now hear the diaper, cause i'm a sniper
You want to get hyper？
Prepare for hyperspace and just flow with the bass
And fall in place, just keep up the pace no time to waste
Just enter the place to see the entertainer
My rhymes keep me fresh like a container
Some rappers said, my rap is dead
Shake your head to my bass like a basehead
There'll be bloodshed, enemies shot
Those who beef get sliced into pork chops
Until your fork stops stabbing my rhymes
＞from the latest and the greatest of all times
Sleep while you knock z's, i'mma clock g's
Freeze rap heroes below zero degrees
Rhymes like thieves will seize enemies
That want to be g, like the bee gees
Not rated pg, we break necks
Like sex, rated xxx
Yes, doc the butcher is who i recommend
Dj polo let the record spin
Construction put on paper
Listen cause i'm building a skyscraper
For a strong foundation of wheels of steel
Not a reel to reel, but the real deal
Polo works the crossfader, he's a bricklayer
And the record player turns like the himalaya
Doc the butcher supplies the cement
And the rhymes that i invent is the blueprint
While i'm using my mind to make a design
Polo puts up the men at work sign
Yeah, we still building, making a skeleton
One of the sucker mc's just fell again
So take caution if you want to know the truth
I'mma elevate you up to the roof
Listen to the sound, don't dare look down
Cause you're far from the ground
Now you're impressed cause words i manifest
Takes you more higher than cess or buddha bless
Hard as concrete, the building's complete
Yo marley marl, let's stop the breakbeat
4.Truly Yours
Yeah here we go, just go with the flow
I wanna say something about this girl i know
She tried to play me out, though, check it out
This i dedicate to the girl i hate
It's a piece of my mind rhyme put on a plate
So yo, go ahead swinger, i'm putting up my middle finger
I'm not sad or mad, i don't feel anger
You're not all that fly trying to play the role
I had girls that looked better on the hoe stroll
Working night patrol, you know what i mean？
I get cash and still wear jordache jeans
You thought your drug-dealing man was much better
Because he always came and got you in a plush jetta
Or an audi, a benz, or a jaguar
You didn't think g. rap was going that far
I'm here to tell of, because you thought i fell off
And now if you're riding the tip, just get the hell off
You wanted to leave because you didn't believe that i would
achieve
Cause you had something up your sleve
Perhaps you might have thought i'm a dreamer with a fat head
Now you're stuck with a baby from a crack head
Come to my shows, you want to check to see if i wreck it
The only record your man got is a jail record
I know you like him a lot because he's a big shot
The only picture you got is his mug shot
I'm on a label with well know singers in it
Look, your man's getting booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a benz from state to stae
By the way, guess who made his license plates
Thought i was finished, down, going through the blues
Here's a hundred dollars, go buy some new shoes
Go ahead good looking, you can keep booking
＞from my recital i'll never get my title tooken
So you got a little 9 to 5, so what？
What do you do for a living, slice cold cuts？
You look slick, but you know every tom and dick
You're more quick than a chick from a porno flick
While you scrub floors, i go on tours
＞from me, g rap, yo, truly yours
(yo g man! you should diss her man. i heard he's a homo jimmy
man!)
Listen up money, or should i say honey？
You're looking more sweeter than a playboy bunny
Fingernails filed, your hair is styled
And the gear that you wear looks hot and wild
Everybody says is he, some kind of sissy？
Your name was 'moose' but now they call you 'missy'
Night or day lights, you fall for the gay rights
I thought you would stay bright, but now you wanna play fight
With men, and len, your real close friend
But you wouldn't be his friend if his knees didn't bend
You're not a lady dear, you're a square and a queer
Berrettes in your hair, bamboo in your ear
Running in cars, hanging out in bars
Winking your eyes to guys that wear bras
Skintight levi's and even kneehighs
Don't try to lie, sugar, i know why
In the ladies bathroom, spraying on perfume
Stuffing your t-shirt with two balloons
You don't think about the opposite sex at all
Instead of sugar walls, you'd rather have a ball
Way back in the days, you was as big as a cow
But look at you now, at jams you say 'ow'
A sex disease was a common as tb
But gays today get vd in 3-d
And that is called aids in case you didn't know
And the only blow i'm giving is this knockout blow
Switching with your bandana looking like diana ross
＞from me g rap, yo, truly yours
(hey yo, finish dissing that girl, man)
Yo, do me a favor, and pick up a pen and pad
And try and write down the numbers of the men you've had
So remember when you're putting someone else in check
Go to the wizard of oz and get some self-respect
Won't say no names, it might leave a permanent scar
I don't have to go that far, you know who you are
And if you don't, then everybody else does
Cause all the fellas be telling me how good you was
I can't accept a girl with a ruined rep
I'm like a chef, i just cook up the stew and step
Off with her clothes, like moby dick, there she blows
She wanna throw like the girls from the peep shows
Your man was large, but now he's getting kinda tiny
And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, i'll bet you'll be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself there
The way it looks, you'll end up in playboy books
While your man is in manhattan snatching pocket books
Bugging and mugging with a big 12 guage
Starving so bad i can see his ribcage
Yo, you used to tell me all the time that you would be a model
Later in life, you're living in a crack bottle
So when you're begging on your knees because i'm clocking g's
You'll be in zero degrees getting processed cheese
Wearing dungaress, yo baby i don't need a girl with broken hands
Cause his man's a woman beater
So when you get sores, from giving up drawers
Remember kool g rap said 'truly yours'
Yo, i don't even know why you tried to play me honey
Now i'm down with warner brothers getting bugs bunny money
(word, now you wild females know how g rap lives...)
5.Cars
6.Trilogy Of Terror
I run rappers like races, cut them like razors
Burn them like lasers, and stun them like phasers
Cause my brain thinks and it blanks your memory banks
Sharp as shanks and poetry is like a cleat hanks
Give me a pen, a typa-writer then
I'll cut your whole posse into gingerbread men
With diction sparked from friction
Plenty of dope like the pope cause it's a g rap prediction
Tower going outer space, louder bass
Replaces the weak rap race
Ashes to ashes, flashes of smashes and crashes
Another big man bashes
Fright, it's a silent night but it's a violent fight
My talent might explode like dynamite
Lyrics blast out or leave it will cast out
Fast and at last all rappers passed out
Wax the vocal tracks all out like whistles
Clear like crystals, loud like pistols
Here to get it straight for the ？9 era
This is a killer g
In a trilogy of terror
Uh
Yeah
Lightning and thunder, rappers going six feet under
Kool g rap makes you wonder
No blunders or mistakes, this takes hard concentration
Effort, for the method, meditation
Visions of light, collisons, tight decisions
Suckers'll end like divisions
Listen i'm like a seed from a demon, a blessing from an angel
Way more mysterious than bermuda's triangle
Riddle fit to hit, put together bit by bit
Like a do-it-yourself kit
Then i'll hold your soul on a remote control
So-called mc's will freeze so cold
Then get viewed and examined in a test tube
If you're a square, you freeze into an ice cube
Talent switches, words to riches
You get stitches, rhymes are wicked like witches
Horror, terror, pain, rip like a hurricane
Freeze like cocaine, or you get a smoke brain
G rap, polo, doc the butcher all together
We're forever
The trilogy of terror
7.She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not
Sad, sad song
Yo word polo, broken heart ain't no joke, man＞
Man...＞
Love is pain left out in the rain
With nothing to gain but teardrop stains
Being haunted by a memory as i think back
The things we used to do and how we used to act
With love and trust, passion and plussed
Because a pride never kept things inside yo they was always
discussed
Between us, never argued about
And i never gave a clue for you to figure it out
How i miss being blessed with your sweet finesse
As we kiss and twist and caress on the mattress
Sweet body heat, your heartbeat
I'll grip your hips and both of our lips will meet so neat
Staring up at the moonlight with someone to hold tight
Given a chance for romance until the sunlight
Brightens the sky, it reflects in your eye
But now, the reflection is gone and i cry out
She loves me, she loves me not
Yo she loves me (x2)
Looking at your picture as it sits on the table
As i put on my cable i wish that i was able
To touch but it's a shame that you had to go
So i watch the hands on the clock go real slow
Gone with the wind, is love a sin？
If it is then god, then bring it back again
Not a girl that you rate as a fine blind date
I need a love mate so i can create
So i open a window to feel the wind blow
Try to figure out how can a love end so
Fast and just pass and not even last
First grow like grass, then shatter like glass
Now i stare at the walls, clock five tylenols
Unplug the telephone to avoid phone calls
As i sit and crave for the love she gave
But when i wake up, i'm the same love slave
Saying
She loves me, she loves me not
Yo she loves me (x4)
When you lost a good friend, dreams seem to end
Cause broken hearts and men don't blend
So i'm not here to stick every chick i can pick
You move too quick, you become seasick
And a one-night stand is for the one-track mind man
The kind of guy you kick like a can
So i race in space and try to replace the pretty face
But it's a waste, this chase is a kiddy case
Now i whisper how much i missed her
My lips should have blistered the way i kissed her
So soft and slow, laid back and relaxed
And when i move, the groove is as smooth as a sax
She kissed me low and then proceeded up
Bedsheets heated up, the pace is speeded up
Slowly but surely we reach our destiny
She got the best of me and left the rest of me
Now all i got is total confusion
She disappeared and it's not an illusion
My life is bitter, the memories glitter
I feel like dirt, so please do not litter
My heart's deflated, doctors can't rate it
I don't know how the hell i made it
So farewell sweetheart wherever you are
I'll just look at a star, and say yo
She loves me, she loves me not
Yo she loves me (x4)
See what i'm saying？
I don't even know what to do homeboy＞
Yo sometimes you just gotta let go man
And go on with your life homeboy＞
Come here for a second, what's your name？＞
Skeezer!＞
8.Cold Cuts
9.Rhymes I Express
Bass, snare drum in your eardrum
Musical outcome, lyrical tantrum
Energy enters me, power absorbed
Phonograph arts and crafts mic warlord
Kool g rap the lyric dictator
Dj polo the fader operator
Will crush, squash, rhymes are harsh
All spectators will be brainwashed
Sons, daughters, paper reporters
Receive my command and follow our orders
Poetry slavery biters observe
This is hip-hop your optical nerve
Deserves no need to explain
Plain simple, created by the temple, the brain
Maintain order with pain, well
Only a lamebrain will be expelled
Big boss, swift with force
And of course, you'll be driven off-course
Banded, musically blended
Complete the beat and end it, splendid
Put you in a (trance)
With the rhymes that i (express)
Yo i'mma put you in a (trance)
With the rhymes that i (express)
Words i chant my competitors can't
Physical structure is of a power plant
Mic master interpretating faster
Than any perpetrating fraud broadcaster
I display and mc's pray
Cause under x-ray they are parkay
And artificial down to their initial
In no position to be official
In hip-hop not the surface or the median
I'm at the top you're a clown and a comedian
A big waste of wax plus tax
Your royalties couldn't buy a can of ajax
Not energetic rhymes are pathetic
My beat is so sweet you'll become a diabetic
Fascinating revolving and rotating
That's how the record starts motivating
Vocally discharging lyrics like magic
Poetical recital is vital and tragic
Strikes are fatal on the mic i label
Me kool g rap and polo on the table
Violators and intruders
I'll exile barbarian style like an executor
Then muta-late later
Copycatters i batter, g rap impersonators
Brains scatter my rhyme is the solution
Record rotation forms a revolution
The spin extends another plate blends and
It corresponds to the message i've sent
Even destroy boys with a safety pen
Men who try to dis i discipline
Then i'll diminish, cities i conquer
If i'm a toy boy, i'm tough as tonka
Visualize me on your mtv
These rhymes i design is called poetry
10.Poison
Kool g rap and polo
Back again
What？
This is poison so be alert and cautious
Those who act courageous you will get nauseous
Infected or contaminated
Turn on your stereo never come radio-activated
Deadly and fatal, poison the title
My recital hits the parts that are vital
So tune in the tone of beats and poems
Polo's headphones becomes a skull and crossbones
Pull out your q-tips, clean out the earwax
If you're still hard of hearing, i'mma scrub them with ajax
With maximum drum so behave and remember
You're a slave to my sound wave
Faster rhymes i mastermind i have to find
A new method time after time
Write a rhyme quick when i pull out my bic pen
Stick to an idea, the soundproof slick then
Put it on paper cause i make you hyper
Than any other rapper cause i keep my rapping riper
Like cherries or some say berries
Mandatory for the auditory and its glory
Here's the story：rappers getting leery to hear me
G speaks in a new technique of fury
Domination of drums and noise and
Yo yo yo polo yo this is poison
Poison! (x3)
Look-alikes on the mic you should get off
You're a rip-off, i'mma rip up, get rid of, cause you bit off
Bite off ate off imitate off
They get paid off for g rap to get laid off
Get up and sit up the butterer and buttercup
Male or female shut them up, po shut her up
Shut the hell up, man＞
Yeah hide my line as you pick them up
Rob me blind of my rhymes you might as well have said stick them
up
Letters of metaphor matters to better the fatter your pocket
Rhymes blast off like rockets
Rhymes will be replaced and beats erased
In case a rapper tries to trace hardcore bass
Made in a minute the sky is the limit
For reaching the goal and the dream wouldn't you want to be in
it to win
It？
Biters are wanted like animals hunted
Soon as i get them i hit them i done it to the suckers who
fronted
The rappers who made it and did it
Forget about winning the battle cause i'mma shake rattle and
roll
A little something for girls and boys and
Yo yo polo my man yo this is poison
Read the label sucker
P-o-i-s-o-n
Yeah poison
Poison! (x3)
Check it out＞
A mind designed to find a rhyme that's right on time
One step beyond and not behind the line
That separates dogs from divine
Take it as a caution, or a warning sign
Whether antonyms, words i'm blending them
Homonyms, synonyms, good like m＆m's
With polo and while he's slicing
I'll turn the mike's last name into tyson
My brain is like a factory constantly creating
Material stitch by stitch for decoration
Lyrics are fabrics, beat is the lining
My passion in rhyming is fashion designing
Now it gets odd it, cause people want to sport it
You bought it, if you didn't then you couldn't afford it
Poetry full of surprises, it's like a game show
And my brain glows just like a rainbow
Rappers and poets they already know it
G rap is a terror not a error and never will i stop reaching for
better
Whether wheels of steel or reel to reel
G rap will make you feel the real deal
I usually rap hardcore and i know
That y'all thinking am i somehow semi, so
We yell 'party' and girls and boys and
Remember kool g rap, doc the butcher and polo is poison
Poison! (x3)
Yeah, yo marley turn down the music for a minute
I want to say what's up to my crew
Biz markie, dj cool v, tj swan, big daddy kane,
Mister cee, roxanne shant？ mc shan,
My manager fly ty, mr. magic, my dj polo,
Doc the butcher, my man shannon, and my man marley marl
Word cause we all poison, knowwhati'msaying？
Polo：word up g rap
They gonna bite this just like they bit 'it's a demo,' man
Well that's all right
Let's see how many rap sap suckers rush to bite this
Polo：word up you know who we talking about
You big fat sap sucker＞
11.Butcher Shop
Their latest release (x2)
I'm kool g rap...and he's polo＞
He's the big boss when his hands criss-cross
Up and down the crossfader turning wax to sauce
It ain't a hip-hop record that he can't chop
Polo show them how it's done in the butcher shop
The rhythm he brings makes the audience swing
While the plates rotates his fingers cling
To the records on felts, your earwax melts
Scratching so hard that he breaks the belts
Dj's relax, kneecaps collapse
My rap perhaps is like a booby trap
Polo the big boar, i'm the warrior of metaphor
Fully equipped manipulating my competitor
And i remain just like a stain
As long as i maintain my brainiac brain
Rap words rehearsed since first grade
My utensil is the pencil and his is a blade
The man at the top of the needle drop
Polo let's have some fun, show them how it's done
Treat them like your son, in the butcher shop
Dj's he's disputed you should be saluted
The man gives a cut with scratches included
I'm kool g rap, he's my dj
This is a mortal combat of the polo play
Cuts like a scissor, rips like a razor
The sound penetrates elements like a laser
The beat connects to my dialect
New technic turntables, the party i wreck
Motivation to blend, the rotation begins
They reported his fins on 1010 west
And his name is polo the phonograph is for bolo
I go solo, to battle kool g rap is no-no, bozo
Your style is so-so, equal to disco
Swing and some go-go, and on to calypso
So biters and reciters, don't mean to offend you
Yes i will continue but i'm not a menu
So don't bite or swallow or fight or follow
Recite or borrow rhymes and want to give them back tomorrow
Polo is like zorro, war hero
Horror, terror, errors：zero
The alert concert network expert
He'll wreck dissect inject insert
Cuts, til your eardrums pop
Polo show them how it's done in the butcher shop
I'm a walking dictionary, an encyclopedia
Rapper with data, the best in the media
Or area, so prepare for your burial
On your radio, pull out your aerial
Or antenna cause this one is a winner
Not a sinner, or an mc beginner
Kool g rap is just me not he or she or we
Or any other mc
So please, i'm single and not plural
I'm totally high moral, excellent with the oral
Contact, and at the maximum, yo he's climax
Dj polo attacks the earwax
In the butcher shop
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