(I think that ehm... ehm...

there are more people that are bad than there are good

and ehm... that if you're good you'll live forever

and if you're bad you'll die when you die)



[VERSE 1: Kool G Rap]

For an example, examine the sample

Not humble when I rumble, I crumble and trample

Not one part of my diction and sound found to be fiction

What I wrote is dope, so prepare for the addiction

Okay, capital K-double o-l G

Gimme a R, gimme a A, gimme a P

Lyrics, rhythm, and music, some try to chase it

So just let's face it, to G Rap this is basic

Training, I'm explainin, nothin too complicated

My language is English, it's not translated

Whether black or Spanish, I finish, diminish and vanish

I promise to you first, take advantage and damage

If you're in pain actin in mysery I'm sorry

But for the glory I play you out like Atari

The best in a jungle, swamp or safari

City or town, I cold rock a party

I battled in attics, centers and cellars

As many fellas I rock, you think they'd call me Rockefeller

I don't scream and yell, I just communicate well

Cause ideas dwell in every last braincell

I don't keep silent, I grab the mic and get violent

Skill and experience balanced with talent

I'm Cold Chillin', this ain't a hurry and a rushin

My style is mainly based on discussion and percussion



[BREAK]

[Big Daddy Kane] (Enter the dragon)

Enter the dragon

(Enter the dragon)

Enter the dragon

(Enter the dragon)

Enter the dragon

[Prodigy] (I'm goin out blastin takin my enemies with me)



[VERSE 2: Kool G Rap]

(?) of a drum

The burrough of Queens is where I come from

Because of this some think that I'm a dumb-dumb

But I rap and attack and attract

And in fact, I'm no clown, I got the style down pat

Teachin a lesson is my profession

Yo, this is a rap session, so raise your hands and ask questions

Follow these instructions carefully with caution

Lyrics that you hear may be a poisonous portion

Don't move your butt, Dr. Butcher release a cut

More chops than a meat shop, more slices than a Pizza Hut

Be alert, men at work, you might get hurt

This is a man's job and it requires an expert

To write a poem along with a tone

Mastered the microphone, on my own and alone

Like crime rhymes are organized, very modernized

Better metaphor, therefore a rap's not harmonized

Clever, it's trickery, hickory-dickory-

Dock, gonna rock till the floors get slippery



[BREAK]



[VERSE 3: Kool G Rap]

Phonograph furious, keep the crowd curious

Hot, not delirious, serious period

Lyrics are a lasso, labels like Asto

Hop on stage and get mean like Castro

Ready for war, strictly hardcore

Not poor, weak nor wack or unsure

Rage, on stage I rampage

Boy, this ain't a birdcage, you got the wrong page

Try the next chapter, it's about rapture

Bones I fracture, poems I manufacture

There'll be no use to introduce

You know I seduce, abuse and produce

You got no juice, you just dried out

I'm never tried out and never died out

Dr. Butcher, Polo and Shannon

In case you got a nine in mind, bring out the canon

The constructor, destructor, instructor

I'm Kool G Rap and I'm a bad muthafucka

So dynamic, gigantic, cause panic

Sink old battleships, straight Titanic

The rap leader be the mind reader, rhyme heater

Meet a (?) I'm swift like a cheetah

Tables start turnin, I start burnin

Relax and max, get smart and start learnin

Keep my pants saggin, then start taggin

Raggin rappers, so - enter the dragon



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