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Play it again Polo, cause I just can't stand still
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I burn while the tables turn like windmills
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A swift reactor rap, to impact up the track ?
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I flow like a sailor
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Rhymes remain hittin hard like Nighttrain
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With lyrics that came from the brain of Mark Twain
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So if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel
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Rappers are gettin smoked like Camels
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To weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas
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People run inside the cellars
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As I teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash
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Takin the S off my speech to fight peach
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Take the P off the peach because now you want each
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and every rhyme to teach and reach
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You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin
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You robbin em blind like Nixon
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Some got shook when they took a look
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I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook
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I attract more kids than Wonderama
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Rhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma
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You get defeated decapitated captivated
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Cause you hated the fact G. Rap made it
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So if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo
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Aiyyo, play it again Polo
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Here's a fellow, sayin hello, Polo, mellow
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P-O-L-O, shake em like Jell-o
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Sonny you're funny like Johnny Carson
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So I'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson
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These rhymes here can kill son
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You try to rips it just call me the ? Flip Wilson
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And rhymes I got em down pat
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Release this hit like the Superfly soundtrack
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Too dope of a type windpipe full of hype
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and I sideswipe the suckers I snipe
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The mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell
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and assassinate, like Lee Harvey Os-wald
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Rough on the radio, Sony or Sanyo
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Rappers get slayed and played like a banjo
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When I illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller
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Battle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers
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I go faster and faster, skills of a Grandmaster
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Makin you fall like plaster
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Amazed, grammar plays like gamma rays
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Chumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays
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You pussy willow, I can see your sihlouette
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You're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet
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You wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?
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Yo, play it again Polo
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Guys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary
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Your rhymes are eerie, that's my theory
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I'm here to jam and slam like Bam-Bam
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Damn, Polo play it again like Sam
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Cuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me
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Your beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me
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Not flexible, your style needs to be twisted
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Plus your name's unlisted
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Rhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle
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Your brainstorms don't even drizzle
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But my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain
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Long spins, the strong winds of a hurricane
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You get sunken when I hit a punk and
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rag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken
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You can't stop treatin my hip-hop
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like a Blo Pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop
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Makin you sweat like a death threat, slow when I flow
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I'ma let, Polo wet up the whole set
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Yes the final, death wish to sucker MC's
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gets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted
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I start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo
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So hey, play it again Polo
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Play it Again, Polo
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| Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |
