Rhymes I Express Lyrics
| Song | Rhymes I Express |
| Artist | Kool G Rap & DJ Polo |
| Album | Road to the Riches |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kool G Rap, Williams | |
| Bass, snare drum in your eardrum | |
| Musical outcome, lyrical tantrum | |
| Energy enters me, power absorbed | |
| Phonograph arts and crafts mic warlord | |
| Kool g rap the lyric dictator | |
| Dj polo the fader operator | |
| Will crush, squash, rhymes are harsh | |
| All spectators will be brainwashed | |
| Sons, daughters, paper reporters | |
| Receive my command and follow our orders | |
| Poetry slavery biters observe | |
| This is hip-hop your optical nerve | |
| Deserves no need to explain | |
| Plain simple, created by the temple, the brain | |
| Maintain order with pain, well | |
| Only a lamebrain will be expelled | |
| Big boss, swift with force | |
| And of course, you'll be driven off-course | |
| Banded, musically blended | |
| Complete the beat and end it, splendid | |
| Put you in a (trance) | |
| With the rhymes that i (express) | |
| Yo i'mma put you in a (trance) | |
| With the rhymes that i (express) | |
| Words i chant my competitors can't | |
| Physical structure is of a power plant | |
| Mic master interpretating faster | |
| Than any perpetrating fraud broadcaster | |
| I display and mc's pray | |
| Cause under x-ray they are parkay | |
| And artificial down to their initial | |
| In no position to be official | |
| In hip-hop not the surface or the median | |
| I'm at the top you're a clown and a comedian | |
| A big waste of wax plus tax | |
| Your royalties couldn't buy a can of ajax | |
| Not energetic rhymes are pathetic | |
| My beat is so sweet you'll become a diabetic | |
| Fascinating revolving and rotating | |
| That's how the record starts motivating | |
| Vocally discharging lyrics like magic | |
| Poetical recital is vital and tragic | |
| Strikes are fatal on the mic i label | |
| Me kool g rap and polo on the table | |
| Violators and intruders | |
| I'll exile barbarian style like an executor | |
| Then muta-late later | |
| Copycatters i batter, g rap impersonators | |
| Brains scatter my rhyme is the solution | |
| Record rotation forms a revolution | |
| The spin extends another plate blends and | |
| It corresponds to the message i've sent | |
| Even destroy boys with a safety pen | |
| Men who try to dis i discipline | |
| Then i'll diminish, cities i conquer | |
| If i'm a toy boy, i'm tough as tonka | |
| Visualize me on your mtv | |
| These rhymes i design is called poetry |
| zuo ci : Kool G Rap, Williams | |
| Bass, snare drum in your eardrum | |
| Musical outcome, lyrical tantrum | |
| Energy enters me, power absorbed | |
| Phonograph arts and crafts mic warlord | |
| Kool g rap the lyric dictator | |
| Dj polo the fader operator | |
| Will crush, squash, rhymes are harsh | |
| All spectators will be brainwashed | |
| Sons, daughters, paper reporters | |
| Receive my command and follow our orders | |
| Poetry slavery biters observe | |
| This is hiphop your optical nerve | |
| Deserves no need to explain | |
| Plain simple, created by the temple, the brain | |
| Maintain order with pain, well | |
| Only a lamebrain will be expelled | |
| Big boss, swift with force | |
| And of course, you' ll be driven offcourse | |
| Banded, musically blended | |
| Complete the beat and end it, splendid | |
| Put you in a trance | |
| With the rhymes that i express | |
| Yo i' mma put you in a trance | |
| With the rhymes that i express | |
| Words i chant my competitors can' t | |
| Physical structure is of a power plant | |
| Mic master interpretating faster | |
| Than any perpetrating fraud broadcaster | |
| I display and mc' s pray | |
| Cause under xray they are parkay | |
| And artificial down to their initial | |
| In no position to be official | |
| In hiphop not the surface or the median | |
| I' m at the top you' re a clown and a comedian | |
| A big waste of wax plus tax | |
| Your royalties couldn' t buy a can of ajax | |
| Not energetic rhymes are pathetic | |
| My beat is so sweet you' ll become a diabetic | |
| Fascinating revolving and rotating | |
| That' s how the record starts motivating | |
| Vocally discharging lyrics like magic | |
| Poetical recital is vital and tragic | |
| Strikes are fatal on the mic i label | |
| Me kool g rap and polo on the table | |
| Violators and intruders | |
| I' ll exile barbarian style like an executor | |
| Then mutalate later | |
| Copycatters i batter, g rap impersonators | |
| Brains scatter my rhyme is the solution | |
| Record rotation forms a revolution | |
| The spin extends another plate blends and | |
| It corresponds to the message i' ve sent | |
| Even destroy boys with a safety pen | |
| Men who try to dis i discipline | |
| Then i' ll diminish, cities i conquer | |
| If i' m a toy boy, i' m tough as tonka | |
| Visualize me on your mtv | |
| These rhymes i design is called poetry |
| zuò cí : Kool G Rap, Williams | |
| Bass, snare drum in your eardrum | |
| Musical outcome, lyrical tantrum | |
| Energy enters me, power absorbed | |
| Phonograph arts and crafts mic warlord | |
| Kool g rap the lyric dictator | |
| Dj polo the fader operator | |
| Will crush, squash, rhymes are harsh | |
| All spectators will be brainwashed | |
| Sons, daughters, paper reporters | |
| Receive my command and follow our orders | |
| Poetry slavery biters observe | |
| This is hiphop your optical nerve | |
| Deserves no need to explain | |
| Plain simple, created by the temple, the brain | |
| Maintain order with pain, well | |
| Only a lamebrain will be expelled | |
| Big boss, swift with force | |
| And of course, you' ll be driven offcourse | |
| Banded, musically blended | |
| Complete the beat and end it, splendid | |
| Put you in a trance | |
| With the rhymes that i express | |
| Yo i' mma put you in a trance | |
| With the rhymes that i express | |
| Words i chant my competitors can' t | |
| Physical structure is of a power plant | |
| Mic master interpretating faster | |
| Than any perpetrating fraud broadcaster | |
| I display and mc' s pray | |
| Cause under xray they are parkay | |
| And artificial down to their initial | |
| In no position to be official | |
| In hiphop not the surface or the median | |
| I' m at the top you' re a clown and a comedian | |
| A big waste of wax plus tax | |
| Your royalties couldn' t buy a can of ajax | |
| Not energetic rhymes are pathetic | |
| My beat is so sweet you' ll become a diabetic | |
| Fascinating revolving and rotating | |
| That' s how the record starts motivating | |
| Vocally discharging lyrics like magic | |
| Poetical recital is vital and tragic | |
| Strikes are fatal on the mic i label | |
| Me kool g rap and polo on the table | |
| Violators and intruders | |
| I' ll exile barbarian style like an executor | |
| Then mutalate later | |
| Copycatters i batter, g rap impersonators | |
| Brains scatter my rhyme is the solution | |
| Record rotation forms a revolution | |
| The spin extends another plate blends and | |
| It corresponds to the message i' ve sent | |
| Even destroy boys with a safety pen | |
| Men who try to dis i discipline | |
| Then i' ll diminish, cities i conquer | |
| If i' m a toy boy, i' m tough as tonka | |
| Visualize me on your mtv | |
| These rhymes i design is called poetry |
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