Jive Talk

[Verse 1] A letter to you suckas! Each and every one of you duck motherfuckers Your girl puckers her lips, so I stuck her You're jellin' me, well, so what the hell you're tellin' me? Now I'mma show you fuckin' with me is a felony I'm crushin', so you suckas can start hushin' Shush! No discussion 'cause I'mma start rushin' The payback, and I attack a pack that's wack The black mack; brown like a Cracker Jack Slick and quick, I go pick a vic to stick and kick some shit Chicks I dick whip; the one Kill her for fun with a gun, my son I don't run, I kick motherfuckers done! It don't matter, I make niggas scatter Teeth starts to chatter, your head I'mma splatter Arraigned, breakin' a main vein 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 roll 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' 'Cause 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 sleep When I creep, you leap like athletes slammin' Examine what I'm jammin' Hey! I don't play — I burn like a gamma ray Lay for prey; display the bait and wait... Motherfuckers are scared straight! [Interlude of shout outs, leading to a freestyle-like verse] [Verse 2] A-yo, check this out... The creature, feature, searcher, preacher, teacher Torture, rupture, capture, rapture, reach ya! Musical master, mind reacts as a Brain that has the knowledge of NASA You're just a Kit-Kat, small as a Tic-Tac But I'm a Big Mac 'cause I'm G Rap Well equipped with a hip-hop lip My memory bank is like a microchip My bass will give a shake of an earthquake It'll make YOU, sucka MC, wanna jump in the lake 'Cause I'm murder, homi-cide, comma Crush, kill, destroy with excitement and drama (Wooooo-weeeee!) Speaker, sound seeker, you become weaker My art is a smoker, your material is mediocre The Rap Olympia; devastate the area Again, I'm brainier, lyrical mania Power source, energy enforced Your headboards, (You need what?) you need Red Cross So come one or two, step through a few Doubles and couples, and I'll cripple all triples (Ha! Ha!) Boy, you can't handle it! — None or any, one or many, some or plenty 'Cause I'm not the stranger, just the rhyme arranger Highly explosive, keep out! Danger! Packin' G's while you try to beat me But for these MC's, I call 'em all wannabe G's What I write is in the smokin' section Here's an injection of rap perfection! So what the heck? You select my dialect Next man's cassette, yo! Reject and eject 'Cause I can use a technique, modern or antique Beats never repeat, show you that I can speak Totally, properly, but rappers wanna copy me This takes strategy, just like Monopoly Figure it out: Kool G Rap is about makin' armies and crews look like Girl Scouts 'Cause when I start rappin', I keep the people clappin' Suckas that be yappin' don't think that this can't happen [Large Professor] Yo, MC's, all wannabe Kane's and Chuck D's, E's, F's, G's (ROCK) H-I-Js, Ks, L-M-N-O-Ps It's a fact some of these, are wack similes, but freeze... Catch the wave, later! That was not the alphabet but I'm an Alpha Beta Kappa, rappers who join my alumni Pledge to this if you're prejudiced... PEACE!