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,