歌曲 | Jive Talk |
歌手 | Kool G Rap & DJ Polo |
专辑 | Wanted: Dead or Alive |
A letter to you suckers, each and every one of you duck mothafuckers, | |
Your girl puckers her lips so i stuck her. | |
You're gellin' me, yo, so what the hell you tellin' me? | |
Now i'm-a show you fuckin' with me is a felony. | |
I'm crushin. tell you suckers to start hushin'. | |
Shush, no discussion, cuz i'm-a start rushin'. | |
The payback, and i attack the pack that's wack. | |
The black mack: brown like a cracker jack. | |
Slick and quick. i got pick a bic to stick, | |
To kick some shit, chicks i dick with. | |
The one. give up the fun with the gun, my son. | |
I don't run, i kick mothafuckers done. | |
It don't matter, i make niggas scatter, | |
Teeth start to chatter, your head i'm-a splatter. | |
Arraigned. breakin' to maintain and watchin' my name bring you pain. | |
I'm standin' on your blood stain. | |
Hard to hold. i'm bold, i roll real cold. | |
Too much soul, dick made of gold. | |
I rolled niggas to hell; you tried to swell but fell. | |
Now get well or die like a dry cell. | |
A rap villain. chillin' and i don't give a fuck about a killin' | |
Cuz i'm still in effect when you're illin'. | |
A terrorist. i terrorize like an assassin. | |
Yes, i'm trespassin', your ass i'm harassin', huh. | |
Talk is cheap. i'm keepin' ya six feet deep, so don't sleep | |
When i creep, you'll leap like athletes. | |
Slammin'. examine what i'm jammin'. | |
Hey, i don't play -- i burn like a gamma ray. | |
Labeled prey, played to pave the way. mothafuckers are scared straight... | |
[interlude for shout outs, leading to a freestyle-like verse] | |
Check this out... | |
The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher, | |
Taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya. | |
Musical master, mind reacts as a brain that has the | |
Knowledge is answered. | |
You're just a kit kat, on some tic-tacs, but i'm a big mac, cuz i'm g rap. | |
Fully equipped with a hip hop lip, my memory bank is like a microchip. | |
My bass will give a shake, or if not quake, | |
It'll make you, sucker mc, wanna jump in the lake. | |
Cuz i'm murder, homi-cide, color. | |
Must kill and destroy with excitement and drama. | |
Weakest, i'll seek her, you become weaker. | |
My art is the smoke, my materials and media. | |
So rap alert for ya, devastate the area. | |
I'll give a grain of your...lyrical mania. | |
Power source, and a g enforced, your headboards, and they could be rap wars. | |
So come one or two, 'cept for a few. | |
Doubles and couples -- and i'll grip 'em like tools. | |
Cuz boy, you can't handles this, none or any, one or many, some or plenty. | |
Cuz i'm not the stranger, just the rhyme arranger. | |
Highly explosive, keep out, danger. | |
Packin' gs while you try to beat me, | |
But for these mcs who go on and wannabe gs. | |
What i write is in a smoking section; here's an injection of rap perfection. | |
So what the heck, you select my dialect. | |
Next man's cassette, yo, reject and eject. | |
Cuz i could use a technique, smart as an antique. | |
Beats that i repeat show you that i can speak | |
Totally, probably, you rappers wanna copy me. | |
It takes strategy just like monopoly. | |
Figure it out: | |
Kool g rap is about makin' armies and crews look like girl scouts. | |
Cuz when i start rappin', i keep the people clappin'. | |
Suckers taht be yappin' won't think that this'll happen... | |
(yo mcs, all wannabe kanes and chuck ds, skeeze, fs, gs, | |
Rock shantes, ks, l-m-n-o-ps hit the backs of my reeds, facsimilies. | |
Freeze...catch the wave, later; rappers got the alphabet | |
But i'm an alpha beta kappa...rappers, they form my alumni | |
Step to this if you're prejudiced... peace!) |
A letter to you suckers, each and every one of you duck mothafuckers, | |
Your girl puckers her lips so i stuck her. | |
You' re gellin' me, yo, so what the hell you tellin' me? | |
Now i' ma show you fuckin' with me is a felony. | |
I' m crushin. tell you suckers to start hushin'. | |
Shush, no discussion, cuz i' ma start rushin'. | |
The payback, and i attack the pack that' s wack. | |
The black mack: brown like a cracker jack. | |
Slick and quick. i got pick a bic to stick, | |
To kick some shit, chicks i dick with. | |
The one. give up the fun with the gun, my son. | |
I don' t run, i kick mothafuckers done. | |
It don' t matter, i make niggas scatter, | |
Teeth start to chatter, your head i' ma splatter. | |
Arraigned. breakin' to maintain and watchin' my name bring you pain. | |
I' m standin' on your blood stain. | |
Hard to hold. i' m bold, i roll real cold. | |
Too much soul, dick made of gold. | |
I rolled niggas to hell you tried to swell but fell. | |
Now get well or die like a dry cell. | |
A rap villain. chillin' and i don' t give a fuck about a killin' | |
Cuz i' m still in effect when you' re illin'. | |
A terrorist. i terrorize like an assassin. | |
Yes, i' m trespassin', your ass i' m harassin', huh. | |
Talk is cheap. i' m keepin' ya six feet deep, so don' t sleep | |
When i creep, you' ll leap like athletes. | |
Slammin'. examine what i' m jammin'. | |
Hey, i don' t play i burn like a gamma ray. | |
Labeled prey, played to pave the way. mothafuckers are scared straight... | |
interlude for shout outs, leading to a freestylelike verse | |
Check this out... | |
The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher, | |
Taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya. | |
Musical master, mind reacts as a brain that has the | |
Knowledge is answered. | |
You' re just a kit kat, on some tictacs, but i' m a big mac, cuz i' m g rap. | |
Fully equipped with a hip hop lip, my memory bank is like a microchip. | |
My bass will give a shake, or if not quake, | |
It' ll make you, sucker mc, wanna jump in the lake. | |
Cuz i' m murder, homicide, color. | |
Must kill and destroy with excitement and drama. | |
Weakest, i' ll seek her, you become weaker. | |
My art is the smoke, my materials and media. | |
So rap alert for ya, devastate the area. | |
I' ll give a grain of your... lyrical mania. | |
Power source, and a g enforced, your headboards, and they could be rap wars. | |
So come one or two, ' cept for a few. | |
Doubles and couples and i' ll grip ' em like tools. | |
Cuz boy, you can' t handles this, none or any, one or many, some or plenty. | |
Cuz i' m not the stranger, just the rhyme arranger. | |
Highly explosive, keep out, danger. | |
Packin' gs while you try to beat me, | |
But for these mcs who go on and wannabe gs. | |
What i write is in a smoking section here' s an injection of rap perfection. | |
So what the heck, you select my dialect. | |
Next man' s cassette, yo, reject and eject. | |
Cuz i could use a technique, smart as an antique. | |
Beats that i repeat show you that i can speak | |
Totally, probably, you rappers wanna copy me. | |
It takes strategy just like monopoly. | |
Figure it out: | |
Kool g rap is about makin' armies and crews look like girl scouts. | |
Cuz when i start rappin', i keep the people clappin'. | |
Suckers taht be yappin' won' t think that this' ll happen... | |
yo mcs, all wannabe kanes and chuck ds, skeeze, fs, gs, | |
Rock shantes, ks, lmnops hit the backs of my reeds, facsimilies. | |
Freeze... catch the wave, later rappers got the alphabet | |
But i' m an alpha beta kappa... rappers, they form my alumni | |
Step to this if you' re prejudiced... peace! |