Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo - Men at Work lyrics

Since we didn't make no records in a long time

why don't you show these rap sap suckers what kind of rhymes you got


Deadly rhymes here's the solution

Smoking so bad I'mma cause a pollution

With satisfaction baddest action fatal attraction

Drop you to an improper fraction

Ill insanity kill like Amity

Ville horror as I wipe out humanity

Won't leave a path a track, a trail to trace

But when you're staring inside a mirror, you see my face

And I'll terrify, so don't ever try

To shake or bake or flake cause I never fry

Letters together sly as a fox clever than ever

Silly ducks write rhymes with feathers

Really dope needles are needed to inject this

Dope cause I'm a death wish, not even Bob Hope's

Rhymes are rugged, soul flooded, cold blooded

You ain't better, you're butter, so just shut it

Here to perform, having a brainstorm, make a rain form

How rap groups run to keep the name warm

Putting heads to beddy-bye like Freddy so get ready

Cause I'mma get crazier than Crazy Eddie

I'm alone but my tone is a sharp tune

Developing pictures in your brain like a darkroom

Rappers are captured and tortured with rapture

In 3-D is a G coming at you

Words in my rap will surprise you like Cracker Jacks

You dig them like Sugar Smacks and bite them like Apple Jacks

Brother, sister, misses or mister

My style is complicated, patterns like a twister

Throws, my shadow grows when I walk slow

Nerds are scared to be heard so they talk low

But I've been urging to drill in your brain like a surgeon

Rhymes so dope and they're busting you up like a virgin

More competitors change to challenger

You need to talk into a mic with a silencer

My defeat is like a mission impossible

My brain is unexplained, not illogical

Tough for a passing pate to assassinate

Guns in your ass so fast, it'll fascinate

You try to duplicate to get up to date

Can't wait to peep my profile on paper, mate

The innovator with greater data, deeper than a crater

Of course, Polo's the boss of the crossfader

The rage is on, my rhymes are airborne

Stage is torn to wreck, my murdering gear's on

Moving a head, never bled inside a bloodshed

Nothing is said, instead heads are dead

G Rap manages styles, taking all the advantages

Putting sucker rappers in bandages

I got a plot so hot it'll tan

I might be cool but I'm far from a fan

Letting you know how it is in show biz

Give me a prince and I'mma a show you a G wiz

Bright as Einstein, brighter than sunshine

Rhymes will intoxicate like moonshine

Total disaster the broadcaster master

Passed ya as the tempo goes faster

Sparks shoot out from the mic when I rhyme ignites

All types of words I write, put in flight

Rappers evaporate to vapor, I drop science on paper

And then build a skyscraper

When I die, scientists will preserve my brain

Donate it to science to answer the unexplained

But as long as I inhale and exhale

I challenge the next female or the next male

What you hear in your ears all appears to be clear

Consider me fear cause I shear ideas

That sticks to the mix, more tricks that a 666

So you better grab a crucifix

Men at work...(x8)

My ideas overload

And the records I make explode in every zip code

Definitely def, the five fingers of death

Doc the Butcher, Polo's the chef

And I'm the waiter cause I serve imitators

Who try to duplicate like an emulator

Try to get paid copying a name brand

If I was Gucci, then you would be Dapper Dan

Now hear the diaper, cause I'm a sniper

You want to get hyper?

Prepare for hyperspace and just flow with the bass

And fall in place, just keep up the pace no time to waste

Just enter the place to see the entertainer

My rhymes keep me fresh like a container

Some rappers said, my rap is dead

Shake your head to my bass like a basehead

There'll be bloodshed, enemies shot

Those who beef get sliced into pork chops

Until your fork stops stabbing my rhymes

>From the latest and the greatest of all times

Sleep while you knock Z's, I'mma clock G's

Freeze rap heroes below zero degrees

Rhymes like thieves will seize enemies

That want to be G, like the Bee Gees

Not rated PG, we break necks

Like sex, rated XXX

Yes, Doc the Butcher is who I recommend

DJ Polo let the record spin

Construction put on paper

Listen cause I'm building a skyscraper

For a strong foundation of wheels of steel

Not a reel to reel, but the real deal

Polo works the crossfader, he's a bricklayer

And the record player turns like the Himalaya

Doc the Butcher supplies the cement

And the rhymes that I invent is the blueprint

While I'm using my mind to make a design

Polo puts up the Men at Work sign

Yeah, we still building, making a skeleton

One of the sucker MC's just fell again

So take caution if you want to know the truth

I'mma elevate you up to the roof

Listen to the sound, don't dare look down

Cause you're far from the ground

Now you're impressed cause words I manifest

Takes you more higher than cess or Buddha bless

Hard as concrete, the building's complete

Yo Marley Marl, let's stop the breakbeat

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