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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo lyrics - Rated XXX

Rhyme Tyme

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{Marley Marl:} Ladies and gentlemen Back by popular demand We got Kool G Rap and Polo Singin it is now Rhyme Tyme {Kool G Rap:} I be funky to a junkie cause the rhyme is dope I use my microphone wire like a cowboy rope So I can lasso any rapper that think they can cope And the microphone is my horror-scope Magnificient and excellent cause I'm no scrub I could rock in a club with only one light bulb All I need is a mic and a crowd to react And I'll turn a damn jam into Radio Shack All suckers in a place I'll erase and replace Just in case you wanna copy and trace My word is superb, intoxicates like herb Orally, musically, and mentally disturbed Soundwaves are outrageous I'm brave and courageous Fillin up pages for ages and ages Released to rock, too acquiesced to shock All biters get writer's block When it's rhyme tyme To play this game you gotta be a rap pro It's not dominos or tic tac toe It's the rhyme tyme game, it challenges the brain Strategy is the key to unlock the chain My lips do not chat when I start to rap Project my voice so loud, my tonsils flat Excellence defense on the phonograph Is DJ Polo, he's cooler than Shaft Fresher than a item that you find inside a deli Fatter than the man that they call the Fonzarelli Colder than a icey, hotter than chili Rap in every language, I can say it in Suaheli My body has a flavor, girls says I'm lickable Daffy Duck-MC's call it despicable I say it's similar to fat, incredible I got a taste, but it's not edible I'm goin down as a MC champ Kinda wet on the set, but it's just damp Some day you'll see my face on a US stamp Like Evil Knievel I jump and I ramp In my rap I'm like an other Johnny Dangerously I can do two things simultaneously I can rap real fast and speed it up, and not a word you'll miss I can slow - down - at - times - just - like - this I can rap, stop - start it again Then count to ten With a 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 So there, my friend I can box, do karate, or even do judo Rap in spanish, but I'm not Menudo Ask me why I classify My rhymes will terrify It's rhyme tyme Now I could rap to your sister Or rap a tongue twister Those who wanna bite it, it makes your lip blister Cause I'm the guidin light, I recite on the mic For parasites who bite it's gonna be frightnight Mighty microphone phantom, my rhymes are fiery Because of biters I write em in my diary So don't dare, my idea is ideal Polo is on the wheels of steel for real ??? this division the like micanician What I wrote is voted unanymous decision Eardrums are struck when he conducts a cut If a sucker deejays, he gives an uppercut Just like a dog Kool G Rap will train Every bitin MC that went insane At the top I will maintain I'm not a lamebrain I leave a bloodstain to show I give pain Not a skinny dipper, a fat rolly-polly My hair is very curly, it's like a ravioli I'm very good at physic, and also scientific My rappin has a meanin just like a hieroglyphic The rhyme is very hot, you gotta blow on it to bite it Sometimes I just recite it, but usually I write it Girls make me grow just like Pinocchio Before the show I go: Geronimo! Makin a video inside the studio Never had the chicken pocks, the measels, mumps or polio And you'll be sorry when you bite what I create You say to yourself: i shoulda had a v-a Like the mayor I'm a ???, love Pina Colada In Copacabana with cherry and banana Captivate your mind at the drop of a dime My name is Kool G Rap and it's rhyme tyme

The Hunted

Insyderz
I'm hiding in my secret place built up in my mind Searching for the rest that I can never find. My wrists held with metal shackled to the floor Torture like this, I've never seen before I dream about revenge and how sweet it will be when you're locked up in this cage staring back at me The colors fade to black, darker than my sin I cannot give up now, I cannot just give in I'm wrestling with a beast, I cannot see his face he spits on me and does not care he puts me in my place his dictatorship is vile, his kingdom built on pain pure evil poured on everyone is how he plays his game You become the hunted Psychotic, deranged, crazy, insane poke me with a stick I'm locked up in this tiny cage You have me I'm yours treat me how you will with hate and fear until emotion I don't feel You bellow and laugh and turn your head away and with the snap of the chains now you become the prey The shifting of your eyes, shadows my disguise stumbling while you run, but you can never hide The terror begins, the hunt is on the tables seem to turn, I hear the scary song Or is it just a score of this movie gone astray you've had my soul on layaway and now you're gonna pay You become the hunted Darkness and evil surrounds me as the hunt begins good vs. evil me and you round one of armageadon I'm coming your way so hurry, releasing God's fury One judge no jury your demise you'll meet don't worry my sworn enemy by any means I'm gonna bring you pain representing heaven in this life or death game maintain my cool though my heart's pumpin like an engine You've had your turn, now it's time for mine revenge and rage controls my body, your tears are running down now it is only fitting that you're the hunted now So I hunt you down with the wrath of God within me not here to take your life, but you can give it up freely Hear me in the night as I makes you go insane and my nonstop chantin' starts to seep into your brain Dear God I beg for mercy on the souls that tortured me I ask that they be shown the grace that you've shown me The end is upon you I release my anger on you I'll destroy you and you will know that I am the LORD For decades and decades, you've hunted us down body count rising or descending to the ground The concrete jungle closes the silence surrounds The only thing heard is your heart as it pounds Sweat pours from your skull, afraid to turn around Looking over your shoulder what was that sound Sick of it all no more you can take The running's slowed down, your spines about to break My sights lined up, you don't have a clue Should I make my move, what should I do? The chase is almost done, the oppression forgot I've escaped with my life by the grace of God You become the hunted

Act Three

Peter Hammill
(Immediately afterwards, Madeline Usher enters, in a trance) MADELINE Carriages at seven I shall wear the flower he gave me It's so cold here deep beneath the lapping water... The water The water My love Head against his shoulder, 'cross the lawn I hear the music... Silent blackness, In the lake I'm sinking slowly... Oh, how lovely, nothing could be more becoming... Underwater, floating in the icy darkness... Count the candles 'May I dance with you this evening?'... On the surface Swans are feeding high above me... Hold him tightly round and round the floor we're spinning Breathing water I am drowning Watch the sun rise driving home across the meadows... All is darkness I can feel myself dissolving The water The water The darkness The darkness My love Head against his shoulder Floating in the icy darkness Hold him tightly I can feel myself dissolving Oh how lovely Deep beneath the lapping water Count the candles I am drowning I am drowning Count the candles Floating in the icy darkness Hold him tightly I can feel myself dissolving Oh how lovely Deep beneath the lapping water Count the candles I am drowning Oh how lovely I am drowning I am drowning Oh how lovely Oh how lovely Oh how lovely MONTRESOR Stop, Madeline, look at me! My god, man, what is wrong with her? USHER Yes, it's right you should know, She is dying! I have not dared to speak of it. A chronic catalepsy had drained her of her youth. I have watched her waste away and could do nothing! A period of health is followed by sudden coma, death-like sleep. It can last a full day or more, no movement, no colour, no flame in the cheeks. MONTRESOR What, then of these dreaming visions? USHER The recovery, ah, this is even worse! She rises and moves about the house but her mind still sleeps... You see her now a mindless ghost: Beautiful, dead eyes stare in sleep, unrecognising. She speaks in dreams, sees only dreams, she haunts the house in hideous sleepwalking and may not be restrained, for like some automaton she tirelessly thrusts and tears herself against her fetters, heedless of injury. And so she walks and then she wakes, remembering nothing, so week that she can barely build up strength before she is struck down again. Month after month each attack worse than the last. Death will not wait long. Her final days are flickering past. Dear God, helpless, helpless! MONTRESOR But what is the word from her doctors? Do they hold out no hope, nor offer any treatment? USHER MONTRESOR CHORUS They do not understand her case and cannot treat a case they do not understand He does not understand You're dealing with a case Who is her doctor, a specialist I trust? Yes indeed, one of the foremost rank You're dealing with a case Then he will help her, Montresor oh, yes, no more of this he surely must You do not understand now no more talk He does not of cures, please, understand Or of doctor. I bless you concern, but know that she will walk no more tonight. When she wakes soon she will need my care. I must be there, so, dear friend, goodnight. (Usher exits with Madeline, leaving Montresor alone. The Herbalist enters) THE HERBALIST Good evening, sir. And you must be the friend of Mister Usher. I'm so pleased to meet you, sir, but have little time to spare for knowledge such as mine is wanted everywhere. In poor dwellings, yes, but some as great as Usher's. My card... MONTRESOR 'J. Ducrow, Esq. Herbalist, Doctor of Natural Medicine'... HERBALIST At you service, and it could be, sir, that you have need of my panaceas now... I have Mandrake juice that will slake any fever, cures to convince you though you be an unbeliever now... Laugh - would you? - at these seeds of mine. You question the cure's causes, but Logic and Reason do not answer, and Nature runs her courses. I have purest poppy for the soundest of sleeps; a pure cake of hemp plant that's a warranted surcease of worldly sorrow. Lying words will be believed if perfumed by this pastil, or my elixir's guaranteed to bend the will of fairest womankind. Scheme, would you, for a worldly gain? Lust after a frigid virgin? My herbs can grant your secret cravings and my price is modest! MONTRESOR No! No! HERBALIST And my price is modest... MONTRESOR No, thank you! No! HERBALIST Oh it's very modest... MONTRESOR No, no thank you! No! No thank you, No! HERBALIST Perhaps a poultice of Toadbane for weakness of the manly parts, caused by too much wine or age, perhaps by over-frequent natural indulgence... Applied with skill, it will revive the fleshy passions of a corpse... ...of a corpse MONTRESOR I said no I meant no! HERBALIST Well then, Good-day... MONTRESOR So that is Usher's idea of a doctor! That wretched mountebank can't help them. I confront madness face to face! And whatever it's cause, it lies within this place I breathe an atmosphere of sorrow; an alien despair makes my courage fail, like the collapse of an opium vision, the hideous dropping of the veil CHORUS Tormented by a thousand doubts and fancies, he will not sleep tonight. Chilled by the gloom of his surroundings, mortal, half-dead mortar. MONTRESOR CHORUS He will not sleep! I see simple solutions He will not sleep! State them laud and clear, but the echoes of the House He will not sleep! shout 'Unreason!' The one thing that I fear. The evil that is done cannot be undone. The evil that will come cannot be prevented. The evil that is done Yet somehow I must help these two tormented souls, cannot be undone. for if I cannot, who will? The evil that will come These are the friends I've loved so dearly... cannot be prevented Leave! No! What a monstrous thought! Depart! How could I even think of it! Go! Abandon those who have need of me! Leave! Oh, but what a temptation, Depart! to run like a thief in the night, Go! And yet now I cannot because it is too late Before it is too late, I feel myself bound up in before you are bound up in the web of fear and pain, the web of fear and pain, the evil that surrounds me. the evil that surrounds you. It cannot be undone. It cannot be undone. The evil that will come cannot be prevented. End of Act Three

Hollowpoint

ABK (ANYBODY KILLA) "Hatchet Warrior"
[Intro: Syn] Two seperate worlds, opposites Yet alike in so many many ways Both of these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other The war of good versus evil, which is which, you decide Only one thing will outlast both armies, only one thing will survive in the end And that special magical little item is that of which we call The hollow tip bullet [Verse 1] Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa Dark Carnival psychopathic wig spiltta (Anybody) Move and change it's time to rearrange So love a dinosaur that you can't tame I bring pain, what you think I'm playin a game? Detroit is my home, Eastside's what I claim Fuck a balla, I represent the 313 With tech nines and green tree it's a luxury That's how it is and I ain't changin for shit Walk the earth mean muggin, waitin for someone to trip I'm sick and tired of fuckin waitin for you wannabe thugs to quit That's why I keep it underground and drop the killa shit For juggalos that keep it real non-stop Keep away from juggahos unitl I load up my glock Cuz in Detroit we got mother fuckin problems And all the gun play that you hear is my homies tryin to solve them [Hook x2] You can't tell me anythang Hollowpoints control the game I can tell ya once they're triggered Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) [Verse 2] I got a brand new tech that I'm dyin to use Play games with this killa and you destined to loose Mental stress, keepin me alive Sniffin lines of gunpowder to start off the night Curbside gangbanger with some mark ass bitches Gun smoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches I'm just an average individual, street slangin convict Pocket full of bullets ready to use 'em up quick You ask my name (ABK), you know the game ain't changed Labeled as a killa bustin caps all the same As any other mother fucker with a piece and little bit of attitude Runnin through the streets actin rude So hate if you want to, but I'ma keep my focus And continue with the magic that I practice with the lotus Psychopathic and I'm down for life And anyone who disagree let these hollowpoints change your mind [Hook x2] You can't tell me anythang Hollowpoints control the game I can tell ya once they're triggered Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) [Verse 3] I feel the urge to murder, there's no need to cure me Civilized under the light, at night I'm filled with fury Is it true that the people who you hang with rub off? Is that why me and Violent J love cutting bitches heads off? Imagine everytime you woke up, you was gettin choked up And had to grab a shank and slit a throat up The type of shit that most people call unreal But it's the thing that makes you feel the way to deal is just to kill Crazy ballistic cause my head is untrained With the empty fuckin wallet so there's so much to gain If I appeal to you do you think I keep it real with you? Turn your back and let my hollowpoints drill in you What type of person do you think that I am? Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands Don't get it in your head that I would never hurt you Cuz the ones that gettin shot are the ones that deserve to [Hook x2] You can't tell me anythang Hollowpoints control the game I can tell ya once they're triggered Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa)

Searching For A Former Clarity

AGAINST ME! "Searching For A Former Clarity"
No the doctors didn't tell you, that you were dying. They just collected their money, And sent you on your way. But you knew all along, went on pretending nothing was wrong, you said I will keep my focus, till the end. And in the journal you kept, by the side of your bed. You wrote nightly in aspiration, of developing as an author. Confessing childhood secrets, of dressing up in women's clothes, Compulsions you never knew the reasons to, Well everyone, you ever meet or love, be just relationship based on a false presumption, despite everyone, you ever meet or love, in the end, will you be all alone? As the disease spreads slowly through your body, pumped by your heart to the tips of your arms and your legs, your greatest fear was that your mind wouldn't last, your coherency and alertness would be the first things to fade, as your hair thinned, as the weight fell off, as your teeth blackened, as the lesions spotted your skin, as you fell to your knees in the center of the stage, as you offered witness to mortality in exchange for the ticket price, as the lights blended into the continuing noise, as all hope was finally lost. Adrenaline carried one last thought to fruition. Let this be the end. Let this be the last song. Let this be the end. Let all be forgiven.

The Mic's My Piece

Maestro Fresh Wes "Symphony In Effect"
** Intro/Skit skipped ** [Maestro Fresh Wes] I'm a ruler, that's how I reign I do to rap what the Mona Lisa does to the frame Rid 'em and written, my rhymes are like rodeo I ain't kiddin', they jock my portfolio Played it wise, hit the studio Rock international, now they call me Julio MCs have died, becuase I have killed them Some older than me but yet children Some veterans knew the fear Because rap is not a joke, this game's for real Sucker boys cuss me, females rush me When I off the set, my homeboys they touch me Wes, you ate 'em up like a feast No need to use an Uzi, when the mic's my piece CHORUS Bang on I'm murdering MC Bang on I'm murdering MC Bang on I'm murdering MC ** Scratching by DJ LTD ** REPEAT [Maestro Fresh Wes] Some use a Uzi, some a machete You wanna test Fresh Wes, well I'm ready The mind is a magnum, the rhyme is a bullet The mic that's a trigger *BANG* and I pull it Too late for prayer, dee is a slayer Wes rocks the mics like a hoops to Isaiah The player, the pimp that MCs are risking You'll get decked like Clay decked Liston *BANG* Where did the punch come from? Was it before, or after the drum LTD will be the referee Saying 'punk tell me how many fingers you see' The M-I-C is my P-I-E-C-E The Maestro needs no MC Like a beast I beat while my rhymes release I can say *BANG* my mic's my piece A bag of LSD and my DJ does needles Lyrical dope my group ain't feeble Zero degrees centigrade, thirty-two farenheit Cold getting paid if you're a parasite Paraphrase, to parallel you're paralyze You're paranoid, you play my record, you plagerize I paragon, the paramont vocabulist Lyrical ?????? paragraph can't handle this Move, you might get mobbed There's a method ot my madness, don't mock my monologue I'm like a beast when my rhyme's released, like a sayss(?) *BANG* 'cause my mic's my piece CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes] I walk around town looking at these clowns Thinking about my cold crisp build to brown I sweat the coloured clown, this is what I mean I'm not American, my hundred dollar bill ain't green I'm from North of the border, keep it in order Beats like the freak from the Latin Quarter Though I'm down with the T-O scene I don't hang with no polo team No charade, a parade I'm here to envade X-rate, excess, escalate this escapade I fancy girl like she don't exist Exercise the dip, watch the exorcist Extreme 360, necks will snap She wrote my rhythmn, received the whiplash Executed, extracted, she's attracted To the Maestro, UHH, distracted In distress, she's hyperactive Be jocking and still jacking, you must be wack kid That's why allow the sultan to rap The aftermath, the bloodbath of paragraph Every title you held been stripped off Love torn ego with a busted up lip When I start firing I never cease I get hyped, when *BANG* the mic's my piece CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes] Yeah Like Franklin, Columbo, I'm jumble-la I can run so low, try to obtain my status Don't they know how long I've been at this Call me a new jack, that's a dis New jacks don't rock like this That's absurb to me, don't say a word to me I'm from T-O that's why you dun heard of me Yesterday, but now you're listening 'Cause I'm exploding like nitroglycerine If I was from New York I know you would, have rocked to my rhythmn, five years ago I had to try a little harder than the average Just to get a break, but now I'm doing damage Think that you're a star, sorry Charlie Got beef? talk to Farley 'Cause what I manifest is a masterpiece Dope rhymes are released when the mic's my piece Some carry knives some carry guns 2000 brothers in the channel trying to be number one Looking serious, flexing posing You rub shoulders, step on toes and it's *BANG* over You might get shafted ???????????????? Too many want to brawl, I think I heard it all Hip hop kept niggas alive, gave prefer to ball Some want to party, but some do I propagate against one of the brothers from my high school Real sad funeral, ask any pupil I speak know this before this quadruple Some minds are so shallow, roads are so narrow Follow my ???? before you're blunt like pharoah The mic is my weapon, with it I ain't messing No half stepping, I'm progressing Even when I die these lyrics will last So roll over Bethoveen 'cause the b-boy's blastin' Show pen another gay, I leave you in awe This array could bust an orchestra I'm the Maestro, my symphony can't cease Too damn hype! *BANG* when the mic's my piece CHORUS

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