Since we didn't make no records in a long timewhy don't you show these rap sap suckers what kind of rhymes you gotMoney!>Deadly rhymes, here's the solutionSmoking so bad, I'mma cause a pollutionWith satisfaction, baddest action, fatal attractionDrop you to an improper fractionIll insanity, kill like Amity-Ville horror, as I wipe out humanityWon't leave a path, a track, a trail to traceBut when you're staring inside a mirror, you see my faceAnd I'll terrify, so don't ever tryTo shake or bake or flake cause I never fryLetters together sly as a fox clever than everSilly ducks write rhymes with feathersReally dope needles are needed to inject thisDope cause I'm a death wish, not even Bob Hope'sRhymes are rugged, soul flooded, cold bloodedYou ain't better, you're butter, so just shut itHere to perform, having a brainstorm, make a rain formHow rap groups run to keep the name warmPutting heads to beddy-bye like Freddy so get readyCause I'mma get crazier than Crazy EddieI'm alone but my tone is a sharp tuneDeveloping pictures in your brain like a darkroomRappers are captured and tortured with raptureIn 3-D is a G coming at youWords in my rap will surprise you like Cracker JacksYou dig them like Sugar Smacks and bite them like Apple JacksBrother, sister, misses or misterMy style is complicated, patterns like a twisterThrows, my shadow grows when I walk slowNerds are scared to be heard so they talk lowBut I've been urging to drill in your brain like a surgeonRhymes so dope and they're busting you up like a virginMore competitors change to challengerYou need to talk into a mic with a silencerMy defeat is like a mission impossibleMy brain is unexplained, not illogicalTough for a passing pate to assassinateGuns in your ass so fast, it'll fascinateYou try to duplicate to get up to dateCan't wait to peep my profile on paper, mateThe innovator with greater data, deeper than a craterOf course, Polo's the boss of the crossfaderThe rage is on, my rhymes are airborneStage is torn to wreck, my murdering gear's onMoving a head, never bled inside a bloodshedNothing is said, instead heads are deadG Rap manages styles, taking all the advantagesPutting sucker rappers in bandagesI got a plot so hot it'll tanI might be cool but I'm far from a fanLetting you know how it is in show bizGive me a prince and I'mma a show you a G wizBright as Einstein, brighter than sunshineRhymes will intoxicate like moonshineTotal disaster the broadcaster masterPassed ya as the tempo goes fasterSparks shoot out from the mic when I rhyme ignitesAll types of words I write, put in flightRappers evaporate to vapor, I drop science on paperAnd then build a skyscraperWhen I die, scientists will preserve my brainDonate it to science to answer the unexplainedBut as long as I inhale and exhaleI challenge the next female or the next maleWhat you hear in your ears all appears to be clearConsider me fear cause I shear ideasThat sticks to the mix, more tricks that a 666So you better grab a crucifixMen at work...(x8)My ideas overload And the records I make explode in every zip codeDefinitely def, the five fingers of deathDoc the Butcher, Polo's the chefAnd I'm the waiter cause I serve imitatorsWho try to duplicate like an emulatorTry to get paid copying a name brandIf I was Gucci, then you would be Dapper DanNow hear the diaper, cause I'm a sniperYou want to get hyper?Prepare for hyperspace and just flow with the bassAnd fall in place, just keep up the pace no time to wasteJust enter the place to see the entertainerMy rhymes keep me fresh like a containerSome rappers said, my rap is deadShake your head to my bass like a baseheadThere'll be bloodshed, enemies shotThose who beef get sliced into pork chopsUntil your fork stops stabbing my rhymes>From the latest and the greatest of all timesSleep while you knock Z's, I'mma clock G'sFreeze rap heroes below zero degreesRhymes like thieves will seize enemiesThat want to be G, like the Bee GeesNot rated PG, we break necksLike sex, rated XXXYes, Doc the Butcher is who I recommendDJ Polo let the record spinConstruction put on paperListen cause I'm building a skyscraperFor a strong foundation of wheels of steelNot a reel to reel, but the real dealPolo works the crossfader, he's a bricklayerAnd the record player turns like the HimalayaDoc the Butcher supplies the cementAnd the rhymes that I invent is the blueprintWhile I'm using my mind to make a designPolo puts up the Men at Work signYeah, we still building, making a skeletonOne of the sucker MC's just fell againSo take caution if you want to know the truthI'mma elevate you up to the roofListen to the sound, don't dare look downCause you're far from the groundNow you're impressed cause words I manifestTakes you more higher than cess or Buddha blessHard as concrete, the building's completeYo Marley Marl, let's stop the breakbeat