Rhymes I Express

Bass, snare drum in your eardrum Musical outcome, lyrical tantrum Energy enters me, power absorbed Phonograph arts and crafts mic warlord Kool G Rap the lyric dictator DJ Polo the fader operator Will crush, squash, rhymes are harsh All spectators will be brainwashed Sons, daughters, paper reporters Receive my command and follow our orders Poetry slavery biters observe This is hip-hop your optical nerve Deserves no need to explain Plain simple, created by the temple, the brain Maintain order with pain, well Only a lamebrain will be expelled Big boss, swift with force And of course, you'll be driven off-course Banded, musically blended Complete the beat and end it, splendid Put you in a (trance) With the rhymes that I (express) Yo I'mma put you in a (trance) With the rhymes that I (express) Words I chant my competitors can't Physical structure is of a power plant Mic master interpretating faster Than any perpetrating fraud broadcaster I display and MC's pray Cause under x-ray they are Parkay And artificial down to their initial In no position to be official In hip-hop not the surface or the median I'm at the top you're a clown and a comedian A big waste of wax plus tax Your royalties couldn't buy a can of Ajax Not energetic rhymes are pathetic My beat is so sweet you'll become a diabetic Fascinating revolving and rotating That's how the record starts motivating Vocally discharging lyrics like magic Poetical recital is vital and tragic Strikes are fatal on the mic I label Me Kool G Rap and Polo on the table Violators and intruders I'll exile barbarian style like an executor Then muta-late later Copycatters I batter, G Rap impersonators Brains scatter my rhyme is the solution Record rotation forms a revolution The spin extends another plate blends and It corresponds to the message I've sent Even destroy boys with a safety pen Men who try to dis I discipline Then I'll diminish, cities I conquer If I'm a toy boy, I'm tough as Tonka Visualize me on your MTV These rhymes I design is called poetry