Jive Talk Lyrics
| Song | Jive Talk |
| Artist | Kool G Rap & DJ Polo |
| Album | Wanted: Dead or Alive |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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] | |
| Check this out... | |
| The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher, | |
| Taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya. | |
| Musical master, mind reacts as a brain that has the | |
| Knowledge is answered. | |
| You're just a kit kat, on some tic-tacs, but i'm a big mac, cuz i'm g rap. | |
| Fully equipped with a hip hop lip, my memory bank is like a microchip. | |
| My bass will give a shake, or if not quake, | |
| It'll make you, sucker mc, wanna jump in the lake. | |
| Cuz i'm murder, homi-cide, color. | |
| Must kill and destroy with excitement and drama. | |
| Weakest, i'll seek her, you become weaker. | |
| My art is the smoke, my materials and media. | |
| So rap alert for ya, devastate the area. | |
| I'll give a grain of your...lyrical mania. | |
| Power source, and a g enforced, your headboards, and they could be rap wars. | |
| So come one or two, 'cept for a few. | |
| Doubles and couples -- and i'll grip 'em like tools. | |
| Cuz boy, you can't handles this, none or any, one or many, some or plenty. | |
| Cuz i'm not the stranger, just the rhyme arranger. | |
| Highly explosive, keep out, danger. | |
| Packin' gs while you try to beat me, | |
| But for these mcs who go on and wannabe gs. | |
| What i write is in a smoking section; here's an injection of rap perfection. | |
| So what the heck, you select my dialect. | |
| Next man's cassette, yo, reject and eject. | |
| Cuz i could use a technique, smart as an antique. | |
| Beats that i repeat show you that i can speak | |
| Totally, probably, you rappers wanna copy me. | |
| It takes strategy just like monopoly. | |
| Figure it out: | |
| Kool g rap is about makin' armies and crews look like girl scouts. | |
| Cuz when i start rappin', i keep the people clappin'. | |
| Suckers taht be yappin' won't think that this'll happen... | |
| (yo mcs, all wannabe kanes and chuck ds, skeeze, fs, gs, | |
| Rock shantes, ks, l-m-n-o-ps hit the backs of my reeds, facsimilies. | |
| Freeze...catch the wave, later; rappers got the alphabet | |
| But i'm an alpha beta kappa...rappers, they form my alumni | |
| Step to this if you're prejudiced... peace!) |
| 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' ma show you fuckin' with me is a felony. | |
| I' m crushin. tell you suckers to start hushin'. | |
| Shush, no discussion, cuz i' ma 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' ma 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 freestylelike verse | |
| Check this out... | |
| The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher, | |
| Taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya. | |
| Musical master, mind reacts as a brain that has the | |
| Knowledge is answered. | |
| You' re just a kit kat, on some tictacs, but i' m a big mac, cuz i' m g rap. | |
| Fully equipped with a hip hop lip, my memory bank is like a microchip. | |
| My bass will give a shake, or if not quake, | |
| It' ll make you, sucker mc, wanna jump in the lake. | |
| Cuz i' m murder, homicide, color. | |
| Must kill and destroy with excitement and drama. | |
| Weakest, i' ll seek her, you become weaker. | |
| My art is the smoke, my materials and media. | |
| So rap alert for ya, devastate the area. | |
| I' ll give a grain of your... lyrical mania. | |
| Power source, and a g enforced, your headboards, and they could be rap wars. | |
| So come one or two, ' cept for a few. | |
| Doubles and couples and i' ll grip ' em like tools. | |
| Cuz boy, you can' t handles this, none or any, one or many, some or plenty. | |
| Cuz i' m not the stranger, just the rhyme arranger. | |
| Highly explosive, keep out, danger. | |
| Packin' gs while you try to beat me, | |
| But for these mcs who go on and wannabe gs. | |
| What i write is in a smoking section here' s an injection of rap perfection. | |
| So what the heck, you select my dialect. | |
| Next man' s cassette, yo, reject and eject. | |
| Cuz i could use a technique, smart as an antique. | |
| Beats that i repeat show you that i can speak | |
| Totally, probably, you rappers wanna copy me. | |
| It takes strategy just like monopoly. | |
| Figure it out: | |
| Kool g rap is about makin' armies and crews look like girl scouts. | |
| Cuz when i start rappin', i keep the people clappin'. | |
| Suckers taht be yappin' won' t think that this' ll happen... | |
| yo mcs, all wannabe kanes and chuck ds, skeeze, fs, gs, | |
| Rock shantes, ks, lmnops hit the backs of my reeds, facsimilies. | |
| Freeze... catch the wave, later rappers got the alphabet | |
| But i' m an alpha beta kappa... rappers, they form my alumni | |
| Step to this if you' re prejudiced... peace! |
| 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' ma show you fuckin' with me is a felony. | |
| I' m crushin. tell you suckers to start hushin'. | |
| Shush, no discussion, cuz i' ma 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' ma 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 freestylelike verse | |
| Check this out... | |
| The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher, | |
| Taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya. | |
| Musical master, mind reacts as a brain that has the | |
| Knowledge is answered. | |
| You' re just a kit kat, on some tictacs, but i' m a big mac, cuz i' m g rap. | |
| Fully equipped with a hip hop lip, my memory bank is like a microchip. | |
| My bass will give a shake, or if not quake, | |
| It' ll make you, sucker mc, wanna jump in the lake. | |
| Cuz i' m murder, homicide, color. | |
| Must kill and destroy with excitement and drama. | |
| Weakest, i' ll seek her, you become weaker. | |
| My art is the smoke, my materials and media. | |
| So rap alert for ya, devastate the area. | |
| I' ll give a grain of your... lyrical mania. | |
| Power source, and a g enforced, your headboards, and they could be rap wars. | |
| So come one or two, ' cept for a few. | |
| Doubles and couples and i' ll grip ' em like tools. | |
| Cuz boy, you can' t handles this, none or any, one or many, some or plenty. | |
| Cuz i' m not the stranger, just the rhyme arranger. | |
| Highly explosive, keep out, danger. | |
| Packin' gs while you try to beat me, | |
| But for these mcs who go on and wannabe gs. | |
| What i write is in a smoking section here' s an injection of rap perfection. | |
| So what the heck, you select my dialect. | |
| Next man' s cassette, yo, reject and eject. | |
| Cuz i could use a technique, smart as an antique. | |
| Beats that i repeat show you that i can speak | |
| Totally, probably, you rappers wanna copy me. | |
| It takes strategy just like monopoly. | |
| Figure it out: | |
| Kool g rap is about makin' armies and crews look like girl scouts. | |
| Cuz when i start rappin', i keep the people clappin'. | |
| Suckers taht be yappin' won' t think that this' ll happen... | |
| yo mcs, all wannabe kanes and chuck ds, skeeze, fs, gs, | |
| Rock shantes, ks, lmnops hit the backs of my reeds, facsimilies. | |
| Freeze... catch the wave, later rappers got the alphabet | |
| But i' m an alpha beta kappa... rappers, they form my alumni | |
| Step to this if you' re prejudiced... peace! |
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