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"Cool.." -> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo)
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[Kool G. Rap]
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I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player
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Your record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer
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Kool G. Rap, cause to the little I'm an idol
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Attackin the vital parts to maintain my title
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The suckers panic, but to the ladies I'm romantic
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and gigantic, just like the Atlantic ocean
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as I flow in slow motion
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And I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion
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The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O
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would like to say hello to you mellow fellow
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What are you yellow? You're hidin like a coward
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And I don't allow it, you get devoured
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Cause you can't cope, cause I'm dope and you don't have
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a prescription, so just walk like an Egyptian
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My instrumentals ain't up for rental
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But come and try em and if you wanna buy em then I supply em
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I got the source of an orchestra
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But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcin ya
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You said you're ready like Freddie to battle me
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But the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield
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All wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi
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You try to trip me, but I just play it Kool
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just like a hippie, to be like G, this is the number one rule
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Play it Kool
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"Cool.." -> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo)
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[Kool G. Rap]
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I just glide, these are the tales from the brainside
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With lyrics and the beats I provide they collide
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to form a homicide, you get dragged in a big bag
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Shell ? ricochet, so watch em zig-zag
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off angle, but I'm in shape like a triangle
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I need a sucker to strangle, with my new single
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All rhymes are terrifying, you're dying
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You might as well be in a cage with a mountain lion
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When I hear the bell ring, I'm swingin head level
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Burnin your block, my rhymes hotter than Red Devil
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So peel off, like a potato ("Cool")
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Cause I play it Kool like the music inside a elevator
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Doc the Butcher is a true blue musician
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I'm gettin busy while suckers are goin fishin
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or out to lunch, as they munch and they crunch
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on a bunch of stellar rhymes, so I just give em a Hawaiian Punch
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and let em stagger, givin em lipstick and they Mick Jagger
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Lyrics are sharper than a dagger
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Agony, yeah I'm braggin nobody's baggin me
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To the bedroom, your girlfriend is draggin me
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I make the hits radios won't swing, but that's OK ("Cool")
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Hey, cause everything is still Kool and the Gang ("Cool")
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Let's party cause everybody plays the fool
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but I play it Kool
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"Cool.." -> Rakim (cut and scratched 6X by Polo)
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[Kool G. Rap]
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I play it Kool, makin you kneel, squirm and squeel
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My name ain't Rodney but I'm standin on the Dangerfield
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And my shows, I bust em out just like a virgin
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Cause I get stupid but I'm smarter than a brain surgeon
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G. Rap is here to bury
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So duck MC's, I send em to the Pet Semetary
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Your whole crew turns chicken when they finish
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watchin you die, so please stand by as I fry
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You kinda sour so I dip you in some flour
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Read my book, it says cook for about an hour
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Ring the dinner bell, brain cells are well done
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It's time you got a story, don't tell none
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So this here is the only I'm sane
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so play it Kool ("Cool) or you'll be headin for the deadpool
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I play it Kool-er than a band in the North Pole
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But I never freeze up or catch a cold
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Never stiff, I shoot the gift kinda swift
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Try to riff, and you'll needin a facelift
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Cause I'm a teacher and a trainer, a preacher and a explainer
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World's greatest entertainer
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I approach like a coach to the umpire
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And like live wire I'ma start a dumb fire
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This is Kool G. Rap the Principal of the new school
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cause I play it Kool
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* Polo cuts and scratches to the end *
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Play it Kool
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| Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |
