Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Men at Work lyrics

[Intro: Polo] Yo G Rap Since we didn't make no records in a long time Why don't you show these rap sap s**ers what kind of rhymes you got Money [Verse One] Deadly rhymes, here's the solution Smoking so bad, I'mma cause a pollution With satisfaction, bad a**a**in, fatal attraction Chop you to an improper fraction Ill insanity, k** like Amity- Ville horror, as I wipe out humanity Won't leave a path, a track, a trail to trace But when you're staring inside of a mirror, you see my face And I'll terrify, so don't ever try To shake or bake or flake cause I never fry Letters together sly as a fox clever than ever Silly ducks write rhymes with feathers Really no needles are needed to inject this Dope cause I'm a d**h wish - not even Bob Hope's Rhymes are rugged, soul flooded, cold blooded You ain't better, you're bu*ter, so just shut it Here to perform, having a brainstorm, make a rain form Hot rap groups run to keep the name warm Putting heads to beddy-bye like Freddy so get ready Cause I'mma get crazier than Crazy Eddie I'm alone but my tone is a sharp tune Developing pictures in your brain like a darkroom Rappers are captured and tortured with rapture In 3-D is a G coming at you Words in my rap will surprise you like Cracker Jacks You dig them like Sugar Smacks and bite them like Apple Jacks Brother, sister, misses or mister My style is complicated, patterns like a twister FOES, my shadow grows when I walk slow Nerds are scared to be heard so they talk low But I've been urging to drill in your brain like a surgeon Rhymes so dope and they're busting you up like a virgin More competitors change to challenger You need to talk into a mic with a silencer My defeat is like a mission impossible My brain is unexplained, not illogical Therefore I'm pa**ing bait to a**a**inate Busting your a** so fast, it'll fascinate You try to duplicate to get up to date Can't wait to be my pen pal or paper mate The innovator with greater data, deeper than a crater Of course, Polo's the boss of the crossfader The rage is on, my rhymes are airborne Stage is torn to wreck, my murdering gear's on Moving a head, never bled inside a bloodshed Nothing is said, instead heads are dead G Rap manages styles, taking all the advantages Putting s**er rappers in bandages I got a plot so hot it'll tan I might be cool but I'm far from a fan Letting you know how it is in show biz Give me a quiz and I'mma a show you a G wiz Bright as Einstein, brighter than sunshine Rhymes will intoxicate like moonshine Total disaster the broadcaster master Blaster as the tempo goes faster Sparks shoot out from the mic when I rhyme ignites All types of words I write, put in flight Rappers evaporate to vapor I drop science on paper and then build a skyscraper When I die, scientists will preserve my brain Donate it to science to answer the unexplained But as long as I inhale and exhale I challenge the next female or the next male What you hear in your ears all appears to be clear Consider me fair cause I share ideas That sticks to the mix, more tricks than a 666 So you better grab a crucifix [Break] Men at work...(x8) [Verse Two] My ideas overload And the records I make explode in every zip code Definitely def, the five fingers of d**h Doc the Butcher, Polo's the chef And I'm the waiter cause I serve imitators Who try to duplicate like an emulator Try to get paid copying a name brand If I was Gucci, then you would be Dapper Dan Now hear the diaper, cause I'm a sniper You want to get hyper? Prepare for hyperspace and just flow with the ba** And fall in place, just keep up the pace no time to waste Just enter the place to see the entertainer My rhymes keep me fresh like a container Some rappers said, my rap is dead Shake your head to my ba** like a basehead There'll be bloodshed in the meat shop Those who beef get sliced into pork chops Until your fork stops stabbing my rhymes From the latest and the greatest of all times Sleep while you knock Z's, I'mma clock G's Freeze rap heroes below zero degrees Rhymes like these will seize enemies That want to be G, like the Bee Gees Not rated PG, we break necks Like s**, rated XXX Yes, Doc Da Butcher is who I recommend DJ Polo let the record spin [Break] [Verse Three] Construction put on paper Listen cause I'm building a skyscraper For a strong foundation of wheels of steel Not a reel to reel, but the real deal Polo works the crossfader, he's a bricklayer And the record player turns like the Himalaya Doc the Butcher supplies the cement And the rhymes that I invent is the blueprint While I'm using my mind to make a design Polo puts up the Men at Work sign Yeah, we still building, making a skeleton One of the s**er MC's just fell again So take caution if you want to know the truth I'mma elevate you up to the roof Listen to the sound, don't dare look down Cause you're far from the ground Now you're impressed cause words I manifest Takes you more higher than cess or Buddha bless Hard as concrete, the building's complete Yo Marley Marl, let's stop the breakbeat