[{"id":2520044,"name":"Play It Again, Polo","trackName":"Play It Again, Polo","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\nI burn while the tables turn like windmills\nA swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\nI flow like a sailor\nRhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\nWith lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\nSo if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\nRappers are gettin smoked like camels\nTo weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\nPeople run inside the cellars\nAs i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\nTakin the s off my speech to fight peach\nTake the p off the peach because now you want each\nAnd every rhyme to teach and reach\nYou need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\nYou robbin em blind like nixon\nSome got shook when they took a look\nI'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\nI attract more kids than wonderama\nRhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\nYou get defeated decapitated captivated\nCause you hated the fact g. rap made it\nSo if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\nAiyyo, play it again polo\n\nHere's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\nP-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\nSonny you're funny like johnny carson\nSo i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\nThese rhymes here can kill son\nYou try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\nAnd rhymes i got em down pat\nRelease this hit like the superfly soundtrack\nToo dope of a type windpipe full of hype\nAnd i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\nThe mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\nAnd assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\nRough on the radio, sony or sanyo\nRappers get slayed and played like a banjo\nWhen i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\nBattle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\nI go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\nMakin you fall like plaster\nAmazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\nChumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\nYou pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\nYou're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\nYou wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\nYo, play it again polo\n\nGuys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\nYour rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\nI'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\nDamn, polo play it again like sam\nCuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\nYour beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\nNot flexible, your style needs to be twisted\nPlus your name's unlisted\nRhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\nYour brainstorms don't even drizzle\nBut my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\nLong spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\nYou get sunken when i hit a punk and\nRag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\nYou can't stop treatin my hip-hop\nLike a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\nMakin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\nI'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\nYes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\nGets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\nI start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\nSo hey, play it again polo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Play It Again, Polo\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\n  I burn while the tables turn like windmills\n  A swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\n  I flow like a sailor\n  Rhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\n  With lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\n  So if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\n  Rappers are gettin smoked like camels\n  To weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\n  People run inside the cellars\n  As i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\n  Takin the s off my speech to fight peach\n  Take the p off the peach because now you want each\n  And every rhyme to teach and reach\n  You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\n  You robbin em blind like nixon\n  Some got shook when they took a look\n  I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\n  I attract more kids than wonderama\n  Rhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\n  You get defeated decapitated captivated\n  Cause you hated the fact g. rap made it\n  So if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\n  Aiyyo, play it again polo\n\n  Here's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\n  P-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\n  Sonny you're funny like johnny carson\n  So i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\n  These rhymes here can kill son\n  You try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\n  And rhymes i got em down pat\n  Release this hit like the superfly soundtrack\n  Too dope of a type windpipe full of hype\n  And i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\n  The mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\n  And assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\n  Rough on the radio, sony or sanyo\n  Rappers get slayed and played like a banjo\n  When i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\n  Battle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\n  I go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\n  Makin you fall like plaster\n  Amazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\n  Chumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\n  You pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\n  You're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\n  You wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\n  Yo, play it again polo\n\n  Guys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\n  Your rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\n  I'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\n  Damn, polo play it again like sam\n  Cuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\n  Your beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\n  Not flexible, your style needs to be twisted\n  Plus your name's unlisted\n  Rhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\n  Your brainstorms don't even drizzle\n  But my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\n  Long spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\n  You get sunken when i hit a punk and\n  Rag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\n  You can't stop treatin my hip-hop\n  Like a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\n  Makin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\n  I'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\n  Yes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\n  Gets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\n  I start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\n  So hey, play it again polo\n"},{"id":30840618,"name":"Play It Again, Polo","trackName":"Play It Again, Polo","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted Dead Or Alive","duration":126.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\nI burn while the tables turn like windmills\nA swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\nI flow like a sailor\nRhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\nWith lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\nSo if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\nRappers are gettin smoked like camels\nTo weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\nPeople run inside the cellars\nAs i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\nTakin the s off my speech to fight peach\nTake the p off the peach because now you want each\nAnd every rhyme to teach and reach\nYou need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\nYou robbin em blind like nixon\nSome got shook when they took a look\nI'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\nI attract more kids than wonderama\nRhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\nYou get defeated decapitated captivated\nCause you hated the fact g. rap made it\nSo if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\nAiyyo, play it again polo\n\nHere's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\nP-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\nSonny you're funny like johnny carson\nSo i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\nThese rhymes here can kill son\nYou try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\nAnd rhymes i got em down pat\nRelease this hit like the superfly soundtrack\nToo dope of a type windpipe full of hype\nAnd i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\nThe mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\nAnd assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\nRough on the radio, sony or sanyo\nRappers get slayed and played like a banjo\nWhen i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\nBattle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\nI go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\nMakin you fall like plaster\nAmazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\nChumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\nYou pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\nYou're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\nYou wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\nYo, play it again polo\n\nGuys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\nYour rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\nI'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\nDamn, polo play it again like sam\nCuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\nYour beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\nNot flexible, your style needs to be twisted\nPlus your name's unlisted\nRhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\nYour brainstorms don't even drizzle\nBut my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\nLong spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\nYou get sunken when i hit a punk and\nRag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\nYou can't stop treatin my hip-hop\nLike a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\nMakin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\nI'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\nYes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\nGets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\nI start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\nSo hey, play it again polo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Play It Again, Polo\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: Wanted Dead Or Alive\n  duration_ms: 126000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\n  I burn while the tables turn like windmills\n  A swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\n  I flow like a sailor\n  Rhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\n  With lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\n  So if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\n  Rappers are gettin smoked like camels\n  To weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\n  People run inside the cellars\n  As i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\n  Takin the s off my speech to fight peach\n  Take the p off the peach because now you want each\n  And every rhyme to teach and reach\n  You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\n  You robbin em blind like nixon\n  Some got shook when they took a look\n  I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\n  I attract more kids than wonderama\n  Rhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\n  You get defeated decapitated captivated\n  Cause you hated the fact g. rap made it\n  So if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\n  Aiyyo, play it again polo\n\n  Here's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\n  P-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\n  Sonny you're funny like johnny carson\n  So i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\n  These rhymes here can kill son\n  You try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\n  And rhymes i got em down pat\n  Release this hit like the superfly soundtrack\n  Too dope of a type windpipe full of hype\n  And i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\n  The mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\n  And assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\n  Rough on the radio, sony or sanyo\n  Rappers get slayed and played like a banjo\n  When i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\n  Battle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\n  I go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\n  Makin you fall like plaster\n  Amazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\n  Chumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\n  You pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\n  You're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\n  You wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\n  Yo, play it again polo\n\n  Guys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\n  Your rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\n  I'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\n  Damn, polo play it again like sam\n  Cuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\n  Your beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\n  Not flexible, your style needs to be twisted\n  Plus your name's unlisted\n  Rhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\n  Your brainstorms don't even drizzle\n  But my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\n  Long spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\n  You get sunken when i hit a punk and\n  Rag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\n  You can't stop treatin my hip-hop\n  Like a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\n  Makin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\n  I'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\n  Yes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\n  Gets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\n  I start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\n  So hey, play it again polo\n"},{"id":21906603,"name":"Play It Again, Polo","trackName":"Play It Again, Polo","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","duration":251.386667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\nI burn while the tables turn like windmills\nA swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\nI flow like a sailor\nRhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\nWith lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\nSo if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\nRappers are gettin smoked like camels\nTo weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\nPeople run inside the cellars\nAs i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\nTakin the s off my speech to fight peach\nTake the p off the peach because now you want each\nAnd every rhyme to teach and reach\nYou need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\nYou robbin em blind like nixon\nSome got shook when they took a look\nI'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\nI attract more kids than wonderama\nRhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\nYou get defeated decapitated captivated\nCause you hated the fact g. rap made it\nSo if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\nAiyyo, play it again polo\n\nHere's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\nP-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\nSonny you're funny like johnny carson\nSo i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\nThese rhymes here can kill son\nYou try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\nAnd rhymes i got em down pat\nRelease this hit like the superfly soundtrack\nToo dope of a type windpipe full of hype\nAnd i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\nThe mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\nAnd assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\nRough on the radio, sony or sanyo\nRappers get slayed and played like a banjo\nWhen i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\nBattle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\nI go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\nMakin you fall like plaster\nAmazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\nChumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\nYou pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\nYou're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\nYou wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\nYo, play it again polo\n\nGuys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\nYour rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\nI'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\nDamn, polo play it again like sam\nCuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\nYour beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\nNot flexible, your style needs to be twisted\nPlus your name's unlisted\nRhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\nYour brainstorms don't even drizzle\nBut my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\nLong spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\nYou get sunken when i hit a punk and\nRag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\nYou can't stop treatin my hip-hop\nLike a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\nMakin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\nI'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\nYes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\nGets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\nI start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\nSo hey, play it again polo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Play It Again, Polo\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 251387\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\n  I burn while the tables turn like windmills\n  A swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\n  I flow like a sailor\n  Rhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\n  With lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\n  So if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\n  Rappers are gettin smoked like camels\n  To weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\n  People run inside the cellars\n  As i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\n  Takin the s off my speech to fight peach\n  Take the p off the peach because now you want each\n  And every rhyme to teach and reach\n  You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\n  You robbin em blind like nixon\n  Some got shook when they took a look\n  I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\n  I attract more kids than wonderama\n  Rhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\n  You get defeated decapitated captivated\n  Cause you hated the fact g. rap made it\n  So if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\n  Aiyyo, play it again polo\n\n  Here's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\n  P-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\n  Sonny you're funny like johnny carson\n  So i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\n  These rhymes here can kill son\n  You try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\n  And rhymes i got em down pat\n  Release this hit like the superfly soundtrack\n  Too dope of a type windpipe full of hype\n  And i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\n  The mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\n  And assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\n  Rough on the radio, sony or sanyo\n  Rappers get slayed and played like a banjo\n  When i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\n  Battle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\n  I go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\n  Makin you fall like plaster\n  Amazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\n  Chumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\n  You pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\n  You're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\n  You wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\n  Yo, play it again polo\n\n  Guys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\n  Your rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\n  I'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\n  Damn, polo play it again like sam\n  Cuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\n  Your beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\n  Not flexible, your style needs to be twisted\n  Plus your name's unlisted\n  Rhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\n  Your brainstorms don't even drizzle\n  But my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\n  Long spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\n  You get sunken when i hit a punk and\n  Rag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\n  You can't stop treatin my hip-hop\n  Like a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\n  Makin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\n  I'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\n  Yes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\n  Gets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\n  I start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\n  So hey, play it again polo\n"},{"id":29005845,"name":"Play It Again, Polo","trackName":"Play It Again, Polo","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead Or Alive (Disc 1)","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\nI burn while the tables turn like windmills\nA swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\nI flow like a sailor\nRhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\nWith lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\nSo if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\nRappers are gettin smoked like camels\nTo weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\nPeople run inside the cellars\nAs i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\nTakin the s off my speech to fight peach\nTake the p off the peach because now you want each\nAnd every rhyme to teach and reach\nYou need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\nYou robbin em blind like nixon\nSome got shook when they took a look\nI'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\nI attract more kids than wonderama\nRhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\nYou get defeated decapitated captivated\nCause you hated the fact g. rap made it\nSo if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\nAiyyo, play it again polo\n\nHere's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\nP-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\nSonny you're funny like johnny carson\nSo i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\nThese rhymes here can kill son\nYou try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\nAnd rhymes i got em down pat\nRelease this hit like the superfly soundtrack\nToo dope of a type windpipe full of hype\nAnd i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\nThe mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\nAnd assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\nRough on the radio, sony or sanyo\nRappers get slayed and played like a banjo\nWhen i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\nBattle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\nI go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\nMakin you fall like plaster\nAmazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\nChumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\nYou pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\nYou're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\nYou wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\nYo, play it again polo\n\nGuys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\nYour rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\nI'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\nDamn, polo play it again like sam\nCuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\nYour beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\nNot flexible, your style needs to be twisted\nPlus your name's unlisted\nRhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\nYour brainstorms don't even drizzle\nBut my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\nLong spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\nYou get sunken when i hit a punk and\nRag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\nYou can't stop treatin my hip-hop\nLike a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\nMakin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\nI'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\nYes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\nGets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\nI start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\nSo hey, play it again polo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Play It Again, Polo\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead Or Alive (Disc 1)'\n  duration_ms: 247000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Play it again polo cause i just can't stand still\n  I burn while the tables turn like windmills\n  A swift reactor rap to impact up the track?\n  I flow like a sailor\n  Rhymes remain hittin hard like nighttrain\n  With lyrics that came from the brain of mark twain\n  So if you can't handle the man please go and change the channel\n  Rappers are gettin smoked like camels\n  To weather the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas\n  People run inside the cellars\n  As i teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leash\n  Takin the s off my speech to fight peach\n  Take the p off the peach because now you want each\n  And every rhyme to teach and reach\n  You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak mixin\n  You robbin em blind like nixon\n  Some got shook when they took a look\n  I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook\n  I attract more kids than wonderama\n  Rhymes got more drama, than black momma white momma\n  You get defeated decapitated captivated\n  Cause you hated the fact g. rap made it\n  So if you slow you blow like a hoe, so here's a solo\n  Aiyyo, play it again polo\n\n  Here's a fellow, sayin hello, polo, mellow\n  P-o-l-o, shake em like jell-o\n  Sonny you're funny like johnny carson\n  So i'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson\n  These rhymes here can kill son\n  You try to rips it just call me the? flip wilson\n  And rhymes i got em down pat\n  Release this hit like the superfly soundtrack\n  Too dope of a type windpipe full of hype\n  And i sideswipe the suckers i snipe\n  The mic so hot, it can weld when it's hell\n  And assassinate, like lee harvey os-wald\n  Rough on the radio, sony or sanyo\n  Rappers get slayed and played like a banjo\n  When i illustrate, stiller rhymers is iller\n  Battle me, you better swallow a bottle of painkillers\n  I go faster and faster, skills of a grandmaster\n  Makin you fall like plaster\n  Amazed, grammar plays like gamma rays\n  Chumps are caught in the blaze and dumped in ashtrays\n  You pussy willow, i can see your sihlouette\n  You're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet\n  You wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro?\n  Yo, play it again polo\n\n  Guys are weary, eyes be teary, survived and leary\n  Your rhymes are eerie, that's my theory\n  I'm here to jam and slam like bam-bam\n  Damn, polo play it again like sam\n  Cuts in harmony, you ain't harmin me\n  Your beats are moist and your sweet voice is charmin me\n  Not flexible, your style needs to be twisted\n  Plus your name's unlisted\n  Rhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle\n  Your brainstorms don't even drizzle\n  But my brainstorms gives lots of pain, lots of rain\n  Long spins, the strong winds of a hurricane\n  You get sunken when i hit a punk and\n  Rag a fag, makin him stagger like he drunken\n  You can't stop treatin my hip-hop\n  Like a blo pop, chew up the slop like a gumdrop\n  Makin you sweat like a death threat, slow when i flow\n  I'ma let, polo wet up the whole set\n  Yes the final, death wish to sucker mc's\n  Gets granted, with rhymes makin em stand planted\n  I start blowin blows, and my rhymes are like a bolo\n  So hey, play it again polo\n"}]