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<Polo: yo G Rap
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Since we didn't make no records in a long time
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why don't you show these rap sap suckers what kind of rhymes you got
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Money!>
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Deadly rhymes, here's the solution
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Smoking so bad, I'mma cause a pollution
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With satisfaction, baddest action, fatal attraction
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Drop you to an improper fraction
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Ill insanity, kill like Amity-
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Ville horror, as I wipe out humanity
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Won't leave a path, a track, a trail to trace
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But when you're staring inside a mirror, you see my face
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And I'll terrify, so don't ever try
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To shake or bake or flake cause I never fry
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Letters together sly as a fox clever than ever
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Silly ducks write rhymes with feathers
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Really dope needles are needed to inject this
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Dope cause I'm a death wish, not even Bob Hope's
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Rhymes are rugged, soul flooded, cold blooded
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You ain't better, you're butter, so just shut it
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Here to perform, having a brainstorm, make a rain form
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How rap groups run to keep the name warm
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Putting heads to beddy-bye like Freddy so get ready
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Cause I'mma get crazier than Crazy Eddie
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I'm alone but my tone is a sharp tune
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Developing pictures in your brain like a darkroom
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Rappers are captured and tortured with rapture
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In 3-D is a G coming at you
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Words in my rap will surprise you like Cracker Jacks
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You dig them like Sugar Smacks and bite them like Apple Jacks
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Brother, sister, misses or mister
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My style is complicated, patterns like a twister
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Throws, my shadow grows when I walk slow
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Nerds are scared to be heard so they talk low
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But I've been urging to drill in your brain like a surgeon
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Rhymes so dope and they're busting you up like a virgin
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More competitors change to challenger
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You need to talk into a mic with a silencer
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My defeat is like a mission impossible
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My brain is unexplained, not illogical
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Tough for a passing pate to assassinate
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Guns in your ass so fast, it'll fascinate
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You try to duplicate to get up to date
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Can't wait to peep my profile on paper, mate
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The innovator with greater data, deeper than a crater
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Of course, Polo's the boss of the crossfader
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The rage is on, my rhymes are airborne
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Stage is torn to wreck, my murdering gear's on
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Moving a head, never bled inside a bloodshed
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Nothing is said, instead heads are dead
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G Rap manages styles, taking all the advantages
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Putting sucker rappers in bandages
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I got a plot so hot it'll tan
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I might be cool but I'm far from a fan
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Letting you know how it is in show biz
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Give me a prince and I'mma a show you a G wiz
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Bright as Einstein, brighter than sunshine
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Rhymes will intoxicate like moonshine
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Total disaster the broadcaster master
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Passed ya as the tempo goes faster
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Sparks shoot out from the mic when I rhyme ignites
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All types of words I write, put in flight
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Rappers evaporate to vapor, I drop science on paper
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And then build a skyscraper
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When I die, scientists will preserve my brain
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Donate it to science to answer the unexplained
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But as long as I inhale and exhale
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I challenge the next female or the next male
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What you hear in your ears all appears to be clear
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Consider me fear cause I shear ideas
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That sticks to the mix, more tricks that a 666
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So you better grab a crucifix
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<Break>
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Men at work...(x8)
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My ideas overload
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And the records I make explode in every zip code
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Definitely def, the five fingers of death
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Doc the Butcher, Polo's the chef
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And I'm the waiter cause I serve imitators
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Who try to duplicate like an emulator
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Try to get paid copying a name brand
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If I was Gucci, then you would be Dapper Dan
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Now hear the diaper, cause I'm a sniper
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You want to get hyper?
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Prepare for hyperspace and just flow with the bass
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And fall in place, just keep up the pace no time to waste
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Just enter the place to see the entertainer
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My rhymes keep me fresh like a container
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Some rappers said, my rap is dead
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Shake your head to my bass like a basehead
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There'll be bloodshed, enemies shot
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Those who beef get sliced into pork chops
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Until your fork stops stabbing my rhymes
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>From the latest and the greatest of all times
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Sleep while you knock Z's, I'mma clock G's
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Freeze rap heroes below zero degrees
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Rhymes like thieves will seize enemies
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That want to be G, like the Bee Gees
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Not rated PG, we break necks
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Like sex, rated XXX
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Yes, Doc the Butcher is who I recommend
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DJ Polo let the record spin
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<Break>
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Construction put on paper
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Listen cause I'm building a skyscraper
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For a strong foundation of wheels of steel
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Not a reel to reel, but the real deal
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Polo works the crossfader, he's a bricklayer
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And the record player turns like the Himalaya
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Doc the Butcher supplies the cement
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And the rhymes that I invent is the blueprint
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While I'm using my mind to make a design
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Polo puts up the Men at Work sign
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Yeah, we still building, making a skeleton
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One of the sucker MC's just fell again
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So take caution if you want to know the truth
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I'mma elevate you up to the roof
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Listen to the sound, don't dare look down
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Cause you're far from the ground
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Now you're impressed cause words I manifest
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Takes you more higher than cess or Buddha bless
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Hard as concrete, the building's complete
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Yo Marley Marl, let's stop the breakbeat
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Kool G Rap & DJ Polo
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| Men At Work |
