"Cool.." > Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo) [Kool G. Rap] I play it Kool gettin to tour just like a jazz player Your record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer Kool G. Rap cause to the little I'm an idol Attackin the vital parts to maintain my title The suckers panic but to the ladies I'm romantic And gigantic just like the Atlantic ocean As I flow in slow motion And I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O Would like to say hello to you mellow fellow What are you yellow? You're hidin like a coward And I don't allow it, you get devoured Cause you can't cope, cause I'm dope and you don't have A prescription, so just walk like an Egyptian My instrumentals ain't up for rental But come and try em and if you wanna buy em then I supply em I got the source of an orchestra But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcin ya You said you're ready like Freddie to battle me But the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield All wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi You try to trip me, but I just play it Kool Just like a hippie, to be like G, this is the number one rule Play it Kool
"Cool.." -> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo)
[Kool G. Rap] I just glide, these are the tales from the brainside With lyrics and the beats I provide they collide To form a homicide, you get dragged in a big bag Shell ? ricochet, so watch em zig-zag Off angle, but I'm in shape like a triangle I need a sucker to strangle, with my new single All rhymes are terrifying, you're dying You might as well be in a cage with a mountain lion When I hear the bell ring, I'm swingin head level Burnin your block, my rhymes hotter than Red Devil So peel off, like a potato ("Cool") Cause I play it Kool like the music inside a elevator Doc the Butcher is a true blue musician I'm gettin busy while suckers are goin fishin Or out to lunch, as they munch and they crunch On a bunch of stellar rhymes, so I just give em a Hawaiian Punch And let em stagger, givin em lipstick and they Mick Jagger Lyrics are sharper than a dagger Agony, yeah I'm braggin nobody's baggin me To the bedroom, your girlfriend is draggin me I make the hits radios won't swing, but that's OK ("Cool") Hey, cause everything is still Kool and the Gang ("Cool") Let's party cause everybody plays the fool But I play it Kool
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