i went from no-deals to a talented-artist,
i went from no-meals to having-a-harvest,
people say im goin-bald?

Gee im SO-appalled,
i'll put rogain on the back of my hand & smack you with an open-palm!
you must be expectin-to-lose,

if you come up to my session-&-choose
to drop-a-rhyme
off-the-mind

Im a rapper slasher slash serial-killer
my microphone combine with rhymes is a lyrical-winner,
my hook is bomb like a nuclear warhead,

i'll leave that (*##$e's body bruised with a scorched-neck,
meat your maker even before-death,
any men makin more-threats?

my method is expectin perfection & not a score-less!
Haters cant diss me wit a rhyme they aint got my permission-to-speak,
with under 2 reckless seconds of freestyle they'll be admittin-defeat,

Hip-Hop is a fad to some people but it's a religion-to-me!
you cant reach my status i rank-better,
tell me somethin, is it bad when your best friends are bank-tellers?

money is everything dont $#&@-with my green,
you better run faster that a cat climbing up-in a tree,
before i grab the nearest sharp object & puncture-ur-spleen,

aint no other rapper been as hungry-as-me,
my rhymes will kill foes cuz nobody wunted-this-beef!
i control the whole field like a farmer-crew,

it aint ever easy to beat-me its hard-to-do,
so if ur whole block want beef i'll turn your street into a barbecue!
all i have is my music i'm still on my hook-%#@!,

my feral-rhymes will paralyze em' then i win-brawls with good-kicks,
spend-all n look-rich
without my hook, every hater will then-fall n look-pissed

for those who respect music you better stay on my hook,
if my lyrics got stolen you better take off like crooks,
Hook Line Sinker,

Good Rhyme Thinker,
lets plant weed seeds so the real crops can cook,
now ask yaself, you still on that hook?


(Kool G Rap verse)


Im putting my words of intellect on the internet because i cherish-views,
my flow is excellent like golden remnants of carrot-juice,
start listenin since ur too scarred-to-move,

stomping on my competition without a pair-of-boots,
my rhymes-sweet i dive-deep i miiight-need parachutes,
adam stark's stock-has-risen with optimism without any arrows-loose,

my words-are-painful you deserve-a-halo if you wanna hang-tho theres-a-noose,
i dont need lots-of-editin' im thomas-edison with smart-inventions,
i believe-ur a tweaker on the speaker you need harsh-injections,

no-need to proceed i will disarm-ur-weapons,
your raps bore me to sleep...
now im faltering-intentions when i say im gettin free-throws,

im in an alternate-dimension when im entering-beast-mode,
im always flowing-proper when i battle i aint using cheat-codes,
my rhymes are molten-lava when im rappin & you can see my heat-flows,

even a freak-knows
ur beat-homes
in 3-zones

i eat-souls
& spit out enough concrete evidence to complete roads,
i agree with malcom x to have compliance with my chatter,

noone turn the other cheek cuz violence is the answer,
timing is a factor,
how many wars in this country have we had? too many-to-count,

i got an answer for those who are in plenty-of-doubt,
if the colonists were not violent to the british back when they lived-in-dismay,
then the independent country you live-in wouldnt be existin'-today!