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
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 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