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A letter to you suckers Each and every one of you duck mothafuckers Your girl puckers her lips so I stuck her You're tellin' 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' 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 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, 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 that 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 |