Bass, snare drum in your eardrum
Musical outcome, lyrical tantrum
Energy enters me, power absorbed
Phonograph arts and crafts mic warlord
Kool g rap the lyric dictator
Will crush, squash, rhymes are harsh
Sons, daughters, paper reporters
Receive my command and follow our orders
Poetry slavery biters observe
Deserves no need to explain
Plain simple, created by the temple, the brain
Maintain order with pain, well
Only a lamebrain will be expelled
Big boss, swift with force
And of course, you'll be driven off-course
Banded, musically blended
Put you in a (trance)
With the rhymes that i (express)
Yo i'mma put you in a (trance)
With the rhymes that i (express)
Words i chant my competitors can't
Physical structure is of a power plant
Mic master interpretating faster
Than any perpetrating fraud broadcaster
Cause under x-ray they are parkay
And artificial down to their initial
In no position to be official
A big waste of wax plus tax
Your royalties couldn't buy a can of ajax
Not energetic rhymes are pathetic
My beat is so sweet you'll become a diabetic
Fascinating revolving and rotating
That's how the record starts motivating
Vocally discharging lyrics like magic
Poetical recital is vital and tragic
Strikes are fatal on the mic i label
Me kool g rap and polo on the table
Violators and intruders
I'll exile barbarian style like an executor
Then muta-late later
Brains scatter my rhyme is the solution
Record rotation forms a revolution
Even destroy boys with a safety pen
Men who try to dis i discipline
Then i'll diminish, cities i conquer
If i'm a toy boy, i'm tough as tonka
Visualize me on your mtv
These rhymes i design is called poetry
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:20.13]Bass, snare drum in your eardrum
[00:22.59]Musical outcome, lyrical tantrum
[00:25.14]Energy enters me, power absorbed
[00:27.48]Phonograph arts and crafts mic warlord
[00:30.09]Kool g rap the lyric dictator
[00:34.77]Will crush, squash, rhymes are harsh
[00:40.08]Sons, daughters, paper reporters
[00:42.39]Receive my command and follow our orders
[00:45.03]Poetry slavery biters observe
[00:49.77]Deserves no need to explain
[00:51.75]Plain simple, created by the temple, the brain
[00:54.90]Maintain order with pain, well
[00:57.45]Only a lamebrain will be expelled
[01:00.30]Big boss, swift with force
[01:02.73]And of course, you'll be driven off-course
[01:04.86]Banded, musically blended
[01:09.21]Put you in a (trance)
[01:10.65]With the rhymes that i (express)
[01:14.01]Yo i'mma put you in a (trance)
[01:15.57]With the rhymes that i (express)
[01:17.58]Words i chant my competitors can't
[01:32.31]Physical structure is of a power plant
[01:35.10]Mic master interpretating faster
[01:37.56]Than any perpetrating fraud broadcaster
[01:42.15]Cause under x-ray they are parkay
[01:44.79]And artificial down to their initial
[01:47.28]In no position to be official
[01:55.05]A big waste of wax plus tax
[01:57.18]Your royalties couldn't buy a can of ajax
[01:59.70]Not energetic rhymes are pathetic
[02:02.19]My beat is so sweet you'll become a diabetic
[02:04.86]Fascinating revolving and rotating
[02:07.56]That's how the record starts motivating
[02:29.43]Vocally discharging lyrics like magic
[02:32.19]Poetical recital is vital and tragic
[02:34.68]Strikes are fatal on the mic i label
[02:37.17]Me kool g rap and polo on the table
[02:40.11]Violators and intruders
[02:41.88]I'll exile barbarian style like an executor
[02:45.03]Then muta-late later
[02:50.04]Brains scatter my rhyme is the solution
[02:52.20]Record rotation forms a revolution
[02:59.43]Even destroy boys with a safety pen
[03:01.98]Men who try to dis i discipline
[03:04.38]Then i'll diminish, cities i conquer
[03:07.11]If i'm a toy boy, i'm tough as tonka
[03:09.72]Visualize me on your mtv
[03:11.76]These rhymes i design is called poetry
Bass, snare drum in your eardrum
Musical outcome, lyrical tantrum
Energy enters me, power absorbed
Phonograph arts and crafts mic warlord
Kool g rap the lyric dictator
Will crush, squash, rhymes are harsh
Sons, daughters, paper reporters
Receive my command and follow our orders
Poetry slavery biters observe
Deserves no need to explain
Plain simple, created by the temple, the brain
Maintain order with pain, well
Only a lamebrain will be expelled
Big boss, swift with force
And of course, you'll be driven off-course
Banded, musically blended
Put you in a (trance)
With the rhymes that i (express)
Yo i'mma put you in a (trance)
With the rhymes that i (express)
Words i chant my competitors can't
Physical structure is of a power plant
Mic master interpretating faster
Than any perpetrating fraud broadcaster
Cause under x-ray they are parkay
And artificial down to their initial
In no position to be official
A big waste of wax plus tax
Your royalties couldn't buy a can of ajax
Not energetic rhymes are pathetic
My beat is so sweet you'll become a diabetic
Fascinating revolving and rotating
That's how the record starts motivating
Vocally discharging lyrics like magic
Poetical recital is vital and tragic
Strikes are fatal on the mic i label
Me kool g rap and polo on the table
Violators and intruders
I'll exile barbarian style like an executor
Then muta-late later
Brains scatter my rhyme is the solution
Record rotation forms a revolution
Even destroy boys with a safety pen
Men who try to dis i discipline
Then i'll diminish, cities i conquer
If i'm a toy boy, i'm tough as tonka
Visualize me on your mtv
These rhymes i design is called poetry
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:20.13]Bass, snare drum in your eardrum
[00:22.59]Musical outcome, lyrical tantrum
[00:25.14]Energy enters me, power absorbed
[00:27.48]Phonograph arts and crafts mic warlord
[00:30.09]Kool g rap the lyric dictator
[00:34.77]Will crush, squash, rhymes are harsh
[00:40.08]Sons, daughters, paper reporters
[00:42.39]Receive my command and follow our orders
[00:45.03]Poetry slavery biters observe
[00:49.77]Deserves no need to explain
[00:51.75]Plain simple, created by the temple, the brain
[00:54.90]Maintain order with pain, well
[00:57.45]Only a lamebrain will be expelled
[01:00.30]Big boss, swift with force
[01:02.73]And of course, you'll be driven off-course
[01:04.86]Banded, musically blended
[01:09.21]Put you in a (trance)
[01:10.65]With the rhymes that i (express)
[01:14.01]Yo i'mma put you in a (trance)
[01:15.57]With the rhymes that i (express)
[01:17.58]Words i chant my competitors can't
[01:32.31]Physical structure is of a power plant
[01:35.10]Mic master interpretating faster
[01:37.56]Than any perpetrating fraud broadcaster
[01:42.15]Cause under x-ray they are parkay
[01:44.79]And artificial down to their initial
[01:47.28]In no position to be official
[01:55.05]A big waste of wax plus tax
[01:57.18]Your royalties couldn't buy a can of ajax
[01:59.70]Not energetic rhymes are pathetic
[02:02.19]My beat is so sweet you'll become a diabetic
[02:04.86]Fascinating revolving and rotating
[02:07.56]That's how the record starts motivating
[02:29.43]Vocally discharging lyrics like magic
[02:32.19]Poetical recital is vital and tragic
[02:34.68]Strikes are fatal on the mic i label
[02:37.17]Me kool g rap and polo on the table
[02:40.11]Violators and intruders
[02:41.88]I'll exile barbarian style like an executor
[02:45.03]Then muta-late later
[02:50.04]Brains scatter my rhyme is the solution
[02:52.20]Record rotation forms a revolution
[02:59.43]Even destroy boys with a safety pen
[03:01.98]Men who try to dis i discipline
[03:04.38]Then i'll diminish, cities i conquer
[03:07.11]If i'm a toy boy, i'm tough as tonka
[03:09.72]Visualize me on your mtv
[03:11.76]These rhymes i design is called poetry
Yeah.. it's 2G
Brooklyn-Queens connection
Y'all bout to feel somethin, y'all never felt before
I'm close range
****** with you I gotta get AK material...
Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid I started out with nothin
Wasn't livin like Thanksgiving, I was turkey without the stuffin
Sometimes I sweared...
Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid. I started out with nothin'.
Wasn't livin' like Thanksgiving; I was turkey without the stuffin'.
Sometimes I swe...
And once again it's big G, runnin the number rackets
wearin Pele jackets
Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket
The boss of all bos...
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Livin' some bloodshed, her man pushin' bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they house lookin' slick
...
I run rappers like races, cut them like razors
Burn them like lasers, and stun them like phasers
Cause my brain thinks and it blanks your memory banks...
"can't ya diggit, honey?"
"rated xxx"
For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef,
Talk Like Sex by Kool G Rap, DJ Polo, from the album...
Kool g rap and polo
Back again
What?
This is poison so be alert and cautious
Those who act courageous you will get nauseous
Infected or contaminated...
In the streets of new york
**** fiends are leaning for morphine
The tv screen followed the homicide scenes
You live here, you're taking a chance
So lo...