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