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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
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