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