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I'm Kool G Rap...and he's Polo>

He's the big boss when his hands criss cross

Up and down the crossfader turning wax to sauce

It ain't a hip hop record that he can't chop

Polo show them how it's done in the butcher shop

The rhythm he brings makes the audience swing

While the plates rotates his fingers cling

To the records on felts, your earwax melts

Scratching so hard that he breaks the belts

DJ's relax, kneecaps collapse

My rap perhaps is like a booby trap

Polo the big boar, I'm the warrior of metaphor

Fully equipped manipulating my competitor

And I remain just like a stain

As long as I maintain my brainiac brain

Rap words rehearsed since first grade

My utensil is the pencil and his is a blade

The man at the top of the needle drop

Polo let's have some fun, show them how it's done

Treat them like your son, in the butcher shop

DJ's he's disputed you should be saluted

The man gives a cut with scratches included

I'm Kool G Rap, he's my DJ

This is a mortal combat of the Polo play

Cuts like a scissor, rips like a razor

The sound penetrates elements like a laser

The beat connects to my dialect

New Technic turntables, the party I wreck

Motivation to blend, the rotation begins

They reported his fins on 1010 West

And his name is Polo the phonograph is for bolo

I go solo, to battle Kool G Rap is no-no, bozo

Your style is so-so, equal to disco

Swing and some go-go, and on to calypso

So biters and reciters, don't mean to offend