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 ?89 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