Jive Talk

[Verse 1]
A letter to you suckas!
Each and every one of you duck motherfuckers
Your girl puckers her lips, so I stuck her
You're jellin' me, well, so what the hell you're tellin' me?
Now I'mma show you fuckin' with me is a felony
I'm crushin', so you suckas can start hushin'
Shush! No discussion 'cause I'mma start rushin'
The payback, and I attack a pack that's wack
The black mack; brown like a Cracker Jack
Slick and quick, I go pick a vic to stick and kick some shit
Chicks I dick whip; the one
Kill her for fun with a gun, my son
I don't run, I kick motherfuckers done!
It don't matter, I make niggas scatter
Teeth starts to chatter, your head I'mma splatter
Arraigned, breakin' a main vein
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 roll 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'
'Cause 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 leap like athletes slammin'
Examine what I'm jammin'
Hey! I don't play — I burn like a gamma ray
Lay for prey; display the bait and wait...
Motherfuckers are scared straight!

[Interlude of shout outs, leading to a freestyle-like verse]

[Verse 2]
A-yo, check this out...
The creature, feature, searcher, preacher, teacher
Torture, rupture, capture, rapture, reach ya!
Musical master, mind reacts as a
Brain that has the knowledge of NASA
You're just a Kit-Kat, small as a Tic-Tac
But I'm a Big Mac 'cause I'm G Rap
Well equipped with a hip-hop lip
My memory bank is like a microchip
My bass will give a shake of an earthquake
It'll make YOU, sucka MC, wanna jump in the lake
'Cause I'm murder, homi-cide, comma
Crush, kill, destroy with excitement and drama (Wooooo-weeeee!)
Speaker, sound seeker, you become weaker
My art is a smoker, your material is mediocre
The Rap Olympia; devastate the area
Again, I'm brainier, lyrical mania
Power source, energy enforced
Your headboards, (You need what?) you need Red Cross
So come one or two, step through a few
Doubles and couples, and I'll cripple all triples (Ha! Ha!)
Boy, you can't handle it! — None or any, one or many, some or plenty
'Cause I'm not the stranger, just the rhyme arranger
Highly explosive, keep out! Danger!
Packin' G's while you try to beat me
But for these MC's, I call 'em all wannabe G's
What I write is in the smokin' section
Here's an injection of rap perfection!
So what the heck? You select my dialect
Next man's cassette, yo! Reject and eject
'Cause I can use a technique, modern or antique
Beats never repeat, show you that I can speak
Totally, properly, but rappers wanna copy me
This takes strategy, just like Monopoly
Figure it out:
Kool G Rap is about makin' armies and crews look like Girl Scouts
'Cause when I start rappin', I keep the people clappin'
Suckas that be yappin' don't think that this can't happen

[Large Professor]
Yo, MC's, all wannabe Kane's and Chuck D's, E's, F's, G's
(ROCK) H-I-Js, Ks, L-M-N-O-Ps
It's a fact some of these, are wack similes, but freeze...
Catch the wave, later!
That was not the alphabet but I'm an Alpha Beta
Kappa, rappers who join my alumni
Pledge to this if you're prejudiced...
PEACE!