Butcher Shop

Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo





Their latest release (x2)



I'm Kool G Rap...and he's Polo>




He's the big boss when his hands criss cross



Up and down the crossfader turning wax to sauce



It ain't a hip hop record that he can't chop



Polo show them how it's done in the butcher shop









The rhythm he brings makes the audience swing



While the plates rotates his fingers cling



To the records on felts, your earwax melts



Scratching so hard that he breaks the belts



DJ's relax, kneecaps collapse



My rap perhaps is like a booby trap



Polo the big boar, I'm the warrior of metaphor



Fully equipped manipulating my competitor



And I remain just like a stain



As long as I maintain my brainiac brain



Rap words rehearsed since first grade



My utensil is the pencil and his is a blade



The man at the top of the needle drop



Polo let's have some fun, show them how it's done



Treat them like your son, in the butcher shop









DJ's he's disputed you should be saluted



The man gives a cut with scratches included



I'm Kool G Rap, he's my DJ



This is a mortal combat of the Polo play



Cuts like a scissor, rips like a razor



The sound penetrates elements like a laser



The beat connects to my dialect



New Technic turntables, the party I wreck



Motivation to blend, the rotation begins



They reported his fins on 1010 West



And his name is Polo the phonograph is for bolo



I go solo, to battle Kool G Rap is no-no, bozo



Your style is so-so, equal to disco



Swing and some go-go, and on to calypso



So biters and reciters, don't mean to offend