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