Jive Talk

Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo

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]




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The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher,



taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya.



Musical master,