Текст песни Kool G Rap and DJ Polo - Jive Talk
Kool G Rap and DJ Polo - Jive Talk слова песни
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 sleepwhen 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 is answered.You`re just a Kit Kat, on 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 if not quake,it`ll make you, sucker MC, wanna jump in the lake.Cuz I`m murder, homi-cide, color.Must kill and destroy with excitement and drama.Weakest, I`ll seek her, you become weaker.My art is the smoke, my materials and media.So rap alert for ya, 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, smart as an antique.Beats that I repeat show you that I can speaktotally, 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 taht 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 alphabetbut I`m an Alpha Beta Kappa...rappers, they form my alumnistep to this if you`re prejudiced... PEACE!)