Testo Jive talk Kool G. Rap & Dj Polo

Jive talk

A letter to you suckers, each and every one of you duck mothafuckers,
Your girl puckers her lips so I stuck her.
Youre gellin me, yo, so what the hell you tellin me?
Now im-a show you fuckin with me is a felony.
Im crushin. tell you suckers to start hushin.
Shush, no discussion, cuz im-a start rushin.
The payback, and I attack the pack thats 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 dont run, I kick mothafuckers done.
It dont matter, I make niggas scatter,
Teeth start to chatter, your head im-a splatter.
Arraigned. breakin to maintain and watchin my name bring you pain.
Im standin on your blood stain.
Hard to hold. Im 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 dont give a fuck about a killin
Cuz Im still in effect when youre illin.
A terrorist. I terrorize like an assassin.
Yes, Im trespassin, your ass Im harassin, huh.
Talk is cheap. Im keepin ya six feet deep, so dont sleep
When I creep, youll leap like athletes.
Slammin. examine what Im jammin.
Hey, I dont 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.
Youre just a kit kat, on some tic-tacs, but Im a big mac, cuz Im 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,
Itll make you, sucker mc, wanna jump in the lake.
Cuz Im murder, homi-cide, color.
Must kill and destroy with excitement and drama.
Weakest, Ill seek her, you become weaker.
My art is the smoke, my materials and media.
So rap alert for ya, devastate the area.
Ill 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 Ill grip em like tools.
Cuz boy, you cant handles this, none or any, one or many, some or plenty.
Cuz Im 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; heres an injection of rap perfection.
So what the heck, you select my dialect.
Next mans cassette, yo, reject and eject.
Cuz I could use a technique, smart as an antique.
Beats that I repeat show you that I can speak
Totally, 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 wont think that thisll 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 alphabet
But Im an alpha beta kappa...rappers, they form my alumni
Step to this if youre prejudiced... peace!)