Текст песни 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
 
                                    
                                 
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