Men At Work (1989) (исполнитель: Kool G Rap)
Deadly rhymes, here's the solution Smoking so bad, I'mma cause a pollution With satisfaction, baddest action, fatal attraction Drop you to an improper fraction Ill insanity, kill 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 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 dope needles are needed to inject this Dope cause I'm a death wish, not even Bob Hope's Rhymes [bad word] soul flooded, cold blooded You ain't better, you're butter, so just shut it Here to perform, having a brainstorm, make a rain form How rap [bad word] 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-is a [bad word] 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 [bad word] patterns like a twister Throws, 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 [bad word] 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 Tough for a passing pate to assassinate Guns in your [bad word] so fast, it'll fascinate You try to duplicate to get up to date Can't wait to peep my profile on 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 Rap manages styles, taking all the advantages Putting sucker 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 prince and I'mma a show you a wiz Bright as Einstein, brighter than sunshine Rhymes will intoxicate like moonshine Total disaster the broadcaster master Passed ya 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