«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