Kool Is Back

Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo

Boy come on get with this cause you can't diss this



I'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis



A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand



I freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman



No man withstands the pain I bring



So face a hellraise of cut like a laser



Polo plays a part inside the arts I grab charts



Start to break you apart so get smart



You cry for help knowin you felt the rhyme



makin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt



MC's are grounded, pounded down, astound



They rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them



Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great



Related too late, I demonstrate fate



I'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin



Massacre, in a mash I start blastin



Fury article, periodicial



Blowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles



Everytime I build the plan and killed the man



MC's got smoked without a filter and



skunked them up like marijuana



Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner



You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up



Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up



Play the back of dis here scenery



You clowns'll get broke down like machinery



I bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble



Hardrocks get crushed into rubble



The gates of hell open wide to scope in



And I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and



the holy bible when you made your arrival



Now the name of the game is survival



The result isn't real difficult to strategy



I'm _Stayin Alive_ like John Travolta



My rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta



round to allow clowns like a Globetrotter



So I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in



I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion



I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout



You better shout to get a rap out



What I arrange invented, it's strange demented



The range, be changed when I entered



a stage of furious rage when I had this madness



badness, you felt sadness



Raps are brave and outrageous; all those



chicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages



I stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall



and wet yo' ass like rainfall



I think you need a replacement, you're illin



Call that buildin boy, you're still in the basement



A brain cell swells to jam like a pelican



Fresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton



I'm gonna need your full cooperation



This is a matter of life and death operation



To ease a man in the siege of surgery



of bein done without anesthesia



Go slow, hell no, I let the beat kick



And I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick



I'm not soft, I kill suckers off



Disarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin



You get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck



and plucked and shit out of luck and fucked



Designated to self-destruct



Knocked around like a hockey puck



K-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me



You wish your name had a G but to be



a badder G boy you gotta play with strategy



Top rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin



But instead you're just sinkin



I attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs



G. Rap's back