Wanted: Dead Or Alive

Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice
You do the crime, you're payin the price
Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block
Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock
If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest
Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest
Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin
But you won't be smilin on riker's island

Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle
This is a jungle where the murderers mingle
This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you
Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue
Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock
With a real nice device that's called a sock lock
Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend
Cause this bus trip is not to adventure's inn
They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates
Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates
Posses will devour, punks with power
After the shower it's, rush hour
So watch your back before you get sacked
These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack
If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n
Cause you won't be smilin on riker's island

C-74, adolescents at war
Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar
They take you out of bc, they now found you a cage
All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage
If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef
And god be with you chief if you got gold teeth
Some try to be hard, front and say i'm god
Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared
(yo call the c.o.) that won't be necessary
He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary
Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom
Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon
Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump
Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped
If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame
And scared as a mouse in a house of pain
So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop
Move your pelvis like elvis do the jailhouse rock
You might be coolin, you might be stylin
But you won't be smilin on riker's island

If you're on a drug tip, don't be a dumbo
Police investigate like columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo
But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing
Whether smilin on the island, or singin in sing-sing
The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile
Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while
So keep your money pilin, keep profilin
Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on riker's island

A letter to you suckers, each and every one of you duck mothafuckers,
Your girl puckers her lips so i stuck her.
You're gellin' 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'.
A 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...

[interlude for shout outs, leading to a freestyle-like verse]

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, homi-cide, 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 taht 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!)

"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

[large professor]
Listen
You get upset, when you hear the large professor
On your girl's cassette, deck, expect
Nothin comin soft, cause i'll never throw weaker blows
I'll kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles
Now how's that for a fixin?
You'd better rather go to roy's, cause i ain't kickin science fiction
I kick a size nine sneaker or boot
Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain mi-nute
The sheik, i get deep, and always leave with the wet meat
Because of my technique, i'm the one you let speak
I collect crops and props like spinach
I'm vintage, your single sums up to a ten inch
My soul brother van paul and pete rock
Keep the funk flowin until the last beat stops
The soul man, can't have you leavin on a stretcher
Probably, have you leavin in leather, i catch a body
From wreckin slum rappers, but to be frank
I don't give a [fuck] i got money in the bank

"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

[freddie foxxx]
This is the stage of triple-x
When you're sittin by your radio, screamin, "freddie foxxx goes next"
Those beholdin the words of a master
Find mental disaster, as i kick it faster
Whoever opposes me, and what i feel
Might find their legs bein replaced by steel
This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death
So there won't be a lot of suckers left
I grab the mic, and i load it like a long four-fifth
Huh, and dare you to riff
Or even sneeze as i blow you to your knees, have you curled up
In a corner like a dog, with hoof in mouth disease
Spittin razor blades, cuttin veins you can't stitch
I got you screamin like a [bitch]
I took your microphone, you can't get it back
Because your rap was wack
I'm comin fifty strong in an armored tank
And takin money to the bank

"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you ro.. rolled.."

[kool g. rap]
Kool g. rap for your first selection, get up on it
To my opponents, let me just demonstrate for a minute
Crooks gettin hooked, to my book, just like an addiction
Stop your diction you drop, the science fiction
Let's get specific you can't get with it
I'm too terrific and scientific, forget it
Don't even try to limp it, you're not ready to make hits
You still got a learner's permit
Poppin that [shit], you better sit
Here's a word, of a third degree burn, so listen and learn
You're missin a turn, so you better get, concerned
My challenger, check the calendar
I'm as live as a .45 caliber, colt
With a silencer, wettin up, suckers i be settin up
Button up, while i'm cuttin up, never lettin up
I don't link up, with suckers with raps that shrank
Thanks sonny, i'm takin money to the bank

"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

[ant live]
One in the chamber, eight in the clip
Pull out a razor, watch your rhyme book rip
It's ant live, liver and deliveries get liver
With g. rap, and we're the sole survivors
Mc's wanna try me, but can't escape, my clutch
Too much, caught in the ropes, like double dutch
You wanna run up, you better run up light
Cause like a whorehouse shippin out [pussy] tonight
Believe me i ain't goin out like a brick parachute
Or a fruit, or a guy that wears brut
Cologne, i'm violent prone, so leave me alone
I'm about to set fire to the microphone
And leave the mic so hot you need potholders for this
Due to burnt wires it's cordless
(yo ant live make suckers walk off the plank)
Not now, i'm takin money to the bank

"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"money in the bank, yeahhhh"

I'm bad to the bone, with a style like al capone
I'ma smile while i give you the dial tone
Eatin shrimp and girls i be pimpin
Walk like i'm limpin, this brother ain't simpin
Not to mention, i'm winner of mack daddy conventions
I get a lot of attention
Sleepin in sheets that's made of satin
With one of my money makin honies, she's mixed spanish and latin
She's a fly type of swinger
Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hanger
In a highrise, made for only fly guys
With a size that attracts the ladies eyes
Keepin the stash and the cashflow
Profile's kept low, more dough than barry manilow
Fly cars, i got diamonds in jelly jars
To earn respect, collectin bar fight scars
Slick talkin with a chick when i'm walkin
Midnight stalkin, all the suckers be hawkin
And i max while you be waxin your cadillacs
Smooth as a fax, but i can cut you like an axe
Big spender, cause i'm a winner like bruce jenner
I burn all beginners and let em simmer like a tv dinner
On the phone cause i'm hard like stone
Holdin my own, cause i'm bad to the bone

I'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my passion
Parties i'm crashin with a flashy type of action
On stage, i kick outrageous
And i enslave the bravest, more diamonds than sammy davis
I'm more dramatic than _dallas_ is
More pretty than a palace is, hands no callouses
Give me a clever girl and i'll outfox her
The man that rocks her in pure silk boxers
So what you want honey a chump or a champ?
Visa or food stamps, latins or lamps?
I run the game like sega
Go to war like noreaga, hit like schawrzaneggar
Excitin when i'm fightin i'm frightenin
Stick chicks slick in quick like greased lightning
Ladies i'll love you all tomorrow like annie
And i bet you'll all leave with wet panties
Cause i can make a eighty yard dash come back fast
Wrap rappers all up in the back, like a jackass
Police wanna harass me
Cause i got all the material that has me lookin jazzy
The mc patroller
Pockets so fat, i flat em down with a dough roller
Dead zone when i strike the microphone
G. rap's known, cause i'm bad to the bone

I never needed a helpin handin
I'm outstandin, type of guy, girls never abandon
And when i'm rollin with force, three across your belly
Knockin suckers out the box like i'm playin skelly
Cause i pull out the .45 if you offend me
And leave the barrel of it smokin like a chimney
Rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic
Gigantic, suckers get frantic and then panic
A smooth talker, cause i'm a queens new yorker
My rhymes bring more good times than jimmie walker
A bumrusher, cause i'm a crusher of hardrocks
When i turn thirty, i'll still be dirty as redd foxx
Try to cope, what i wrote, get a sore throat
My lyrical notes float like sailboats
I keep it steady for the petty sucker rappers i'll be ready
I got more bodies than frank netti
Battles i win em cause i send em to hell when i begin em
Because i put it in em like a venom
Discover the toughest rap brother you ever seen
Not a fairy, but milky like the dairy queen
Movin around like a smooth choreographer
Posin my hoes in all clothes for the photographer
On video, show i makin your girlfriend moan
Cause i'm bad to the bone

In the streets of new york
Dope fiends are leaning for morphine
The tv screen followed the homicide scenes
You live here, you're taking a chance
So look and i take one glance, there's a man inside an ambulance
Crowds are getting louder, i wonder how the
People want to go fight for the white powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole life remains inside a bottle of night train
Another man got his clothes in a sack
Cause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjack
And there's the poor little sister
She has a little baby daughter
Named sonya and sonya has pneumonia
So why's her mother in a club unzipped though?
Yo that's her job, sonya's mommy is a bar stripper
Drug dealers drive around looking hard
Knowing they're sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard
Every day is a main event, some old lady limps
The pushers and pimps eat shrimps
It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing
They must desire for the sound of a siren
A bag lady dies in an alleyway
She's seen the last of her days inside the subways
More and more down the slope, the kid couldn't cope
So he stole somebody's dope and a gold rope
Now my son's on the run, he's a wanted one
Had fun then was done by a shotgun
Upstairs i cover my ears and tears
The man downstairs must have drank too many beers
Cause every day of his life he beats his wife
Till one night she decides to pull a butcher knife
Blind man plays the sax
A tune called

"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

"cool.." -> rakim (cut and scratched 6x by polo)

[kool g. rap]
I play it kool, makin you kneel, squirm and squeel
My name ain't rodney but i'm standin on the dangerfield
And my shows, i bust em out just like a virgin
Cause i get stupid but i'm smarter than a brain surgeon
G. rap is here to bury
So duck mc's, i send em to the pet semetary
Your whole crew turns chicken when they finish
Watchin you die, so please stand by as i fry
You kinda sour so i dip you in some flour
Read my book, it says cook for about an hour
Ring the dinner bell, brain cells are well done
It's time you got a story, don't tell none
So this here is the only i'm sane
So play it kool ("cool) or you'll be headin for the deadpool
I play it kool-er than a band in the north pole
But i never freeze up or catch a cold
Never stiff, i shoot the gift kinda swift
Try to riff, and you'll needin a facelift
Cause i'm a teacher and a trainer, a preacher and a explainer
World's greatest entertainer
I approach like a coach to the umpire
And like live wire i'ma start a dumb fire
This is kool g. rap the principal of the new school
Cause i play it kool

* polo cuts and scratches to the end *