I run rappers like races, cut them like razors
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Burn them like lasers, and stun them like phasers
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Cause my brain thinks and it blanks your memory banks
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Sharp as shanks and poetry is like a cleat hanks
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Give me a pen, a typa-writer then
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I'll cut your whole posse into gingerbread men
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With diction sparked from friction
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Plenty of dope like the pope cause it's a G Rap prediction
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Tower going outer space, louder bass
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Replaces the weak rap race
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Ashes to ashes, flashes of smashes and crashes
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Another big man bashes
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Fright, it's a silent night but it's a violent fight
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My talent might explode like dynamite
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Lyrics blast out or leave it will cast out
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Fast and at last all rappers passed out
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Wax the vocal tracks all out like whistles
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Clear like crystals, loud like pistols
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Here to get it straight for the ?9 era
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This is a killer G
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In a trilogy of terror
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Uh
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Yeah
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Lightning and thunder, rappers going six feet under
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Kool G Rap makes you wonder
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No blunders or mistakes, this takes hard concentration
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Effort, for the method, meditation
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Visions of light, collisons, tight decisions
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Suckers'll end like divisions
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Listen I'm like a seed from a demon, a blessing from an angel
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Way more mysterious than Bermuda's Triangle
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Riddle fit to hit, put together bit by bit
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Like a do-it-yourself kit
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Then I'll hold your soul on a remote control
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So-called MC's will freeze so cold
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Then get viewed and examined in a test tube
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If you're a square, you freeze into an ice cube
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Talent switches, words to riches
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You get stitches, rhymes are wicked like witches
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Horror, terror, pain, rip like a hurricane
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Freeze like cocaine, or you get a smoke brain
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G Rap, Polo, Doc the Butcher all together
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We're forever
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The trilogy of terror
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Trilogy of Terror
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| Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |
