Kool Is Back Lyrics
| Song | Kool Is Back |
| Artist | Kool G Rap & DJ Polo |
| Album | Wanted: Dead or Alive |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wilson | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Wilson | |
| 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 selfdestruct | |
| Knocked around like a hockey puck | |
| Kdoubleolgrap, no mc 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 |
| zuò cí : Wilson | |
| 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 selfdestruct | |
| Knocked around like a hockey puck | |
| Kdoubleolgrap, no mc 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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