Jive Talk
Kool G Rap Lyrics


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A letter to you suckers each and every one of you duck mothafuckers
Your girl puckers her lips so I stuck her.
You're gellin' me yo so what the hell you tellin' me?
Now I'm a show you fuckin' with me is a felony.
I'm crushin. Tell you suckers to start hushin'.
Shush no discussion 'cause I'm a start rushin'.
The payback and I attack the pack that's wack.
The black mack: brown like a Cracker Jack.
Slick and quick. I got pick a bic to stick,
To kick some shit, chicks I dick with.
The One. Give up the fun with the gun, my son.
I don't run, I kick mothafuckers done.
It don't matter, I make niggas scatter,
Teeth start to chatter, your head I'm-a splatter.
Arraigned. Breakin' to maintain and watchin' my name bring you pain.
I'm standin' on your blood stain.
Hard to hold. I'm bold, I roll real cold.
Too much soul, dick made of gold.
I rolled niggas to hell; you tried to swell but fell.
Now get well or die like a dry cell.
A rap villain. Chillin' and I don't give a fuck about a killin'
'cause I'm still in effect when you're illin'.
A terrorist. I terrorize like an assassin.
Yes, I'm trespassin', your ass I'm harassin', huh.
Talk is cheap. I'm keepin' ya six feet deep, so don't sleep
When I creep, you'll leap like athletes.
Slammin'. Examine what I'm jammin'.
Hey, I don't play, I burn like a gamma ray.
Labeled prey, played to pave the way. Mothafuckers are scared straight

Check this out
The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher,
Taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya.
Musical master, mind reacts as a brain that has the
Knowledge is answered.
You're just a Kit Kat, on some Tic-Tacs, but I'm a Big Mac, 'cause I'm G Rap.
Fully equipped with a hip hop lip, my memory bank is like a microchip.
My bass will give a shake, or if not quake,
It'll make you, sucker MC, want to jump in the lake.
'cause I'm murder, homi-cide, color.
Must kill and destroy with excitement and drama.
Weakest, I'll seek her, you become weaker.
My art is the smoke, my materials and media.
So rap alert for ya, devastate the area.
I'll give a grain of your lyrical mania.
Power source, and a G enforced, your headboards, and they could be rap wars.
So come one or two, 'cept for a few.
Doubles and couples and I'll grip 'em like tools.
'Cause boy, you can't handles this, none or any, one or many, some or plenty.
'Cause I'm not the stranger, just the rhyme arranger.
Highly explosive, keep out, danger.
Packin' Gs while you try to beat me,
But for these MCs who go on and wannabe Gs.
What I write is in a smoking section; here's an injection of rap perfection.
So what the heck, you select my dialect.
Next man's cassette, yo, reject and eject.
'Cause I could use a technique, smart as an antique.
Beats that I repeat show you that I can speak
Totally, probably, you rappers want to copy me.
It takes strategy just like Monopoly.
Figure it out:
Cool G Rap is about makin' armies and crews look like Girl Scouts.
'Cause when I start rappin', I keep the people clappin'.
Suckers that be yappin' won't think that this'll happen

(Yo MCs, all wannabe Kanes and Chuck Ds, skeeze, Fs, Gs,
Rock Shantes, Ks, L-M-N-O-Ps hit the backs of my reeds, facsimiles.
Freeze, catch the wave, later; rappers got the alphabet




But I'm an Alpha Beta Kappa, rappers, they form my alumni
Step to this if you're prejudiced peace!)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Kool G Rap's song "Jive Talk" are filled with assertive and aggressive language as the artist continuously uses vulgar language to challenge and intimidate his opponents. This song is essentially a boastful and confrontational rap that throws all the competition out of the window with its clever wordplay, energetic flow and complex rhyme schemes. Kool G Rap annunciates his words with a sharp and biting cadence that almost touches the edge of manic aggression, backed by some heavy-beat drums that keep the pace of the song in a charging tempo. The first verse itself is delivered with a violent tone, as Kool G Rap declares that he would go after anyone who challenges him in any way, and there is no stopping to his assault. He talks about how he would silence his enemies and make them pay for even attempting to cross him.


The second verse comes with a more musical style, as Kool G Rap showcases his flair for language, rhyme, and rhythm. He talks about how he is a master lyricist, with his quips' witty and punchlines hitting hard at his opponents. He even drops a few references to contemporary products, like Kit-Kats and Tic-Tacs, which makes the verse all the more relatable to the audience. He then goes on to enumerate the various techniques he employs in his rap, including using sophisticated words, repetition of beats, and strategic use of silence. He finishes off by warning any rapper who ever comes in his way, challenging them to a rap battle and saying that he would defeat them easily, leaving them to feel inferior to his musical prowess.


Line by Line Meaning

A letter to you suckers each and every one of you duck mothafuckers
Addressing the listeners and labeling them as incompetent pretenders


Your girl puckers her lips so I stuck her.
Boasting about taking someone's girl


You're gellin' me yo so what the hell you tellin' me?
Asking what the listener is trying to say to provoke him


Now I'm a show you fuckin' with me is a felony.
Warning about the consequences of disrespecting him


I'm crushin. Tell you suckers to start hushin'.
Asserting his dominance on the rap scene and asking others to keep quiet


Shush no discussion 'cause I'm a start rushin'.
Stating his intention to attack and destroy his competition


The payback and I attack the pack that's wack.
Getting revenge on subpar rappers


The black mack: brown like a Cracker Jack.
Describing himself as a smooth, stylish and confident rapper


Slick and quick. I got pick a bic to stick,
Smooth and fast rapper who can adapt to any situation


To kick some shit, chicks I dick with.
Referring to his sexual prowess and his ability to impress women


The One. Give up the fun with the gun, my son.
Assertion of himself as a top-notch rapper using wordplay


I don't run, I kick mothafuckers done.
Not backing down from competition, and promising to defeat them


It don't matter, I make niggas scatter,
Bringing intimidation to the competition


Teeth start to chatter, your head I'm-a splatter.
Warning to those who try to mess with him


Arraigned. Breakin' to maintain and watchin' my name bring you pain.
Ripping through the competition and dominating it


I'm standin' on your blood stain.
Dominating and defeating his competition with ease


Hard to hold. I'm bold, I roll real cold.
Asserting his coolness and confidence as a rapper


Too much soul, dick made of gold.
Asserting his prowess and potential to get any girl he wants


I rolled niggas to hell; you tried to swell but fell.
Defeating his competition and making them look foolish


Now get well or die like a dry cell.
Advising his competition to improve their skills or fall into obscurity


A rap villain. Chillin' and I don't give a fuck about a killin'
Portraying himself as an aggressive destroyer who doesn't care about the consequences


'cause I'm still in effect when you're illin'.
Asserting his prowess and skill as a rapper


A terrorist. I terrorize like an assassin.
Framing himself as a frightening and dangerous rapper


Yes, I'm trespassin', your ass I'm harassin', huh.
Boasting about his intrusion and domination of the rap scene


Talk is cheap. I'm keepin' ya six feet deep, so don't sleep
Warning others who talk to stop talking and face him


When I creep, you'll leap like athletes.
Asserting his coolness and quickness as a rapper


Slammin'. Examine what I'm jammin'.
Showing his skills through impressive rhymes and wordplay


Hey, I don't play, I burn like a gamma ray.
Asserting his aggression and skill, while making use of science references


Labeled prey, played to pave the way. Mothafuckers are scared straight
His competitors are scared of him and his skills


The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher,
Describing himself as a multifaceted rapper with a lot of skills


Taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya.
Asserting his ability to bring his message through his music


Musical master, mind reacts as a brain that has the
Asserting his intelligence and knowledge of the rap scene


Knowledge is answered.
He has all the answers and knowledge that can make him an expert in the rap scene


You're just a Kit Kat, on some Tic-Tacs, but I'm a Big Mac, 'cause I'm G Rap.
Portraying himself as a king of the rap scene, while putting down his competitors


Fully equipped with a hip hop lip, my memory bank is like a microchip.
Describing himself as a skilled rapper with an impressive memory and processing power to create great rhymes


My bass will give a shake, or if not quake,
Bringing the beat with striking bass that can shake a room


It'll make you, sucker MC, want to jump in the lake.
Making his competition look weak with his impressive beats


'cause I'm murder, homi-cide, color.
Asserting himself as a dangerous rapper who can kill his competition


Must kill and destroy with excitement and drama.
Putting down his competitors and asserting his power in the rap industry


Weakest, I'll seek her, you become weaker.
Asserting his dominance and striking fear into his competition


My art is the smoke, my materials and media.
Describing his approach to making music, which can be compared to a work of art


So rap alert for ya, devastate the area.
Warning his competition to be ready for him, otherwise he will defeat them and dominate the scene


I'll give a grain of your lyrical mania.
Taking down his competition and exposing their weaknesses


Power source, and a G enforced, your headboards, and they could be rap wars.
Asserting his power and potential to dominate the entire rap industry


So come one or two, 'cept for a few.
Welcoming competition and daring them to challenge him


Doubles and couples and I'll grip 'em like tools.
Asserting his ability to handle even multiple competitors at once


'Cause boy, you can't handles this, none or any, one or many, some or plenty.
Taunting his competition and letting them know he can defeat them no matter their number


'Cause I'm not the stranger, just the rhyme arranger.
Showing his expertise in arranging rhymes and creating great music


Highly explosive, keep out, danger.
Asserting his dangerous and explosive nature as a rapper


Packin' Gs while you try to beat me,
Asserting his strength and potential to accumulate wealth in the rap industry


But for these MCs who go on and wannabe Gs.
Taking down his competition and calling out those who try to copy his style


What I write is in a smoking section; here's an injection of rap perfection.
Asserting his rhymes are so great and impressive it's like they are smoking; follows up by asserting his rhymes can't be matched


So what the heck, you select my dialect.
Challenging his competition to try and replicate his style of speaking and rhyming


Next man's cassette, yo, reject and eject.
Calling out his competition to reject their music and accept his instead


'Cause I could use a technique, smart as an antique.
Asserting his intelligence and skill as a rapper; his rhymes are like an antique, carefully crafted and excellent


Beats that I repeat show you that I can speak.
Boasting about his ability to repeat the same beat and deliver a great rap each time, proving his skills


Totally, probably, you rappers want to copy me.
Asserting that his competition wants to copy him due to his skill and expertise


It takes strategy just like Monopoly.
Asserting that becoming a great rapper takes strategy and approach just like a game of Monopoly


Figure it out: Cool G Rap is about makin' armies and crews look like Girl Scouts.
Claiming that he is able to conquer armies and rap crews easily


'Cause when I start rappin', I keep the people clappin'.
His impressive rhymes and beats keeps his audience engaged and applauding


Suckers that be yappin' won't think that this'll happen.
Putting down his competition and warning them of his greatness


(Yo MCs, all wannabe Kanes and Chuck Ds, skeeze, Fs, Gs, Rock Shantes, Ks, L-M-N-O-Ps hit the backs of my reeds, facsimiles. Freeze, catch the wave, later; rappers got the alphabet But I'm an Alpha Beta Kappa, rappers, they form my alumni Step to this if you're prejudiced peace!)
Taunting his competition and asserting his dominance as a great rapper




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@MarvinBBallJones

The greatest of the lyricists
Hip-Hop's Shakespeare

@astearns1975

This is one of rap musics top 10 lyrical tracks ever made.

@charlestaylor1302

FACTS!!!

@turner1982

Word. A masterclass on how to mc

@turner1982

Prisoners of war - Organized konfusion
Is up there too imo

@lesedikosie896

Facts

@chart8603

When I first heard this in the early 90s and to this day confirmed that G Rap is one of the greatest lyricist ever....period.

@thedarkchild86

B BOYS TWO HUNDRED YRS FROM NOW ...WILL LISTEN TO THIS ... AND WILL THINK THAT IT WAS JUST MADE ... THIS IS TIMELESS ... JUICE CREW ALL STARS ..OH MY GOODNESS

@hardgraf

Kool G Rap comes correct on this. One of the best verses ever.

@ElConquistadorNo1

Most underrated Hip-Hop album of all time

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