I run rappers like races cut them like razors
Burn them like lasers and stun them like phasers
Cause my brain thinks and it blanks your memory banks
Sharp as shanks and poetry is like a cleat hanks
Give me a pen a typa writer then

I'll cut your whole posse into gingerbread men
With diction sparked from friction
Plenty of dope like the pope cause it's a G Rap prediction
Tower going outer space, louder bass

Replaces the weak rap race
Ashes to ashes, flashes of smashes and crashes
Another big man bashes
Fright, it's a silent night but it's a violent fight

My talent might explode like dynamite
Lyrics blast out or leave it will cast out
Fast and at last all rappers passed out
Wax the vocal tracks all out like whistles

Clear like crystals, loud like pistols
Here to get it straight for the ?89 era
This is a killer G
In a trilogy of terror

Uh
Yeah

Lightning and thunder, rappers going six feet under
cool G Rap makes you wonder
No blunders or mistakes, this takes hard concentration
Effort, for the method, meditation

Visions of light, collisons, tight decisions
Suckers'll end like divisions
Listen I'm like a seed from a demon, a blessing from an angel
Way more mysterious than Bermuda's Triangle

Riddle fit to hit, put together bit by bit
Like a do-it-yourself kit
Then I'll hold your soul on a remote control
So-called MC's will freeze so cold

Then get viewed and examined in a test tube
If you're a square, you freeze into an ice cube
Talent switches, words to riches
You get stitches, rhymes are wicked like witches

Horror, terror, pain, rip like a hurricane
Freeze like cocaine, or you get a smoke brain
G Rap, Polo, Doc the Butcher all together
We're forever
The trilogy of terror

Writer : WILLIAMS, MARLON LU'REE/WILSON, NATHANIEL THOMAS
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, CAK ENTERTAINMENT INC