Jive Talk

A letter to you suckers Each and every one of you duck mothafuckers Your girl puckers her lips so I stuck her You're gellin' me, yo, so what the hell you tellin' me? Now I'm-a show you fuckin' with me is a felony I'm crushin'. Tell you suckers to start hushin' Shush, no discussion, cuz I'm-a start rushin' The payback, and I attack the pack that's wack The black mack: brown like a Cracker Jack Slick and quick. I got pick a bic to stick To kick some shit, chicks I dick with The One. Give up the fun with the gun, my son I don't run, I kick mothafuckers done It don't matter, I make niggas scatter Teeth start to chatter, your head I'm-a splatter Arraigned. Breakin' to maintain And watchin' my name bring you pain I'm standin' on your blood stain Hard to hold. I'm bold, I roll real cold Too much soul, dick made of gold I rolled niggas to hell; you tried to swell but fell Now get well or die like a dry cell A rap villain. Chillin' and I don't give a fuck about a killin' Cuz I'm still in effect when you're illin' A terrorist. I terrorize like an assassin Yes, I'm trespassin', your ass I'm harassin', huh Talk is cheap. I'm keepin' ya six feet deep, so don't sleep When I creep, you'll leap like athletes Slammin'. Examine what I'm jammin' Hey, I don't play -- I burn like a gamma ray Labeled prey, played to pave the way Mothafuckers are scared straight... [Interlude for shout outs, leading to a freestyle-like verse] Check this out... The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher Taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya Musical master, mind reacts as a brain that has the Knowledge of NASA You're just a Kit Kat, small as some Tic-Tacs But I'm a Big Mac, cuz I'm G Rap Fully equipped with a hip hop lip My memory bank is like a microchip My bass will give a shake, or an earthquake It'll make you, sucker MC, wanna jump in the lake Cuz I'm murder, homi-cide, comma Crush, kill, destroy with excitement and drama Speaker, sound seeker, you become weaker My art is a smoker, your material is mediocre My rap malaria, devastate the area I'll give a grain of your...lyrical mania Power source, and a G enforced Your headboards, and they could be rap wars So come one or two, 'cept for a few Doubles and couples -- and I'll grip 'em like tools Cuz boy, you can't handles this None or any, one or many, some or plenty Cuz I'm not the stranger, just the rhyme arranger Highly explosive, keep out, danger Packin' Gs while you try to beat me But for these MCs who go on and wannabe Gs What I write is in a smoking section Here's an injection of rap perfection So what the heck, you select my dialect Next man's cassette, yo, reject and eject Cuz I could use a technique, modern or antique Beats never repeat, show you that I can speak Totally, probably, you rappers wanna copy me It takes strategy just like Monopoly Figure it out: Kool G Rap is about makin' armies and crews look like Girl Scouts Cuz when I start rappin', I keep the people clappin' Suckers that be yappin' won't think that this'll happen... (Yo MCs, all wannabe Kanes and Chuck Ds, skeeze, Fs, Gs Rock Shantes, Ks, L-M-N-O-Ps hit the backs of my reeds, facsimilies Freeze...catch the wave, later; rappers got the alphabet But I'm an Alpha Beta Kappa...rappers, they form my alumni Step to this if you're prejudiced... PEACE!)