G Rap began working with DJ Polo in 1986, releasing several underground hit singles including "It's a Demo"/"I'm Fly." Two other singles, "Streets of New York" and "Road to the Riches," received heavy rotation on Yo! MTV Raps and cemented his reputation as one of New York's top lyrical auteurs. His talent for telling a compelling, hard-luck story in a single song was considered second to only that of Rakim. While G Rap grew in popularity, he never crossed over like Biz Markie or Big Daddy Kane, both also members of the Juice Crew.
G Rap began a solo career in the mid-1990s, released 4,5,6. This and subsequent LPs saw little attention from critics or consumers, and G Rap began collaborating with others. Signing to Rawkus Records, G Rap launched a comeback with 2002's The Giancana Story. "Giancana" also is said by Kool G Rap to be the "G" in his name in the song "Drama". The album was well-received without commercial success.
In 2008 he released Half a Klip on Chinga Chang Records, featuring production from DJ Premier and Marley Marl, among others. His 2011 album Riches, Royalty, Respect showcased his true to form style and lyricism.
Kool Is Back
Kool G Rap Lyrics
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I'm burning yo' ass like syphilis
A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand
I freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman
No man withstands the pain I bring
So face a hell raise of cut like a laser
Polo plays a part inside the arts I grab charts
Start to break you apart so get smart
Making the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt
MC's are grounded, pounded down, astound
They rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them
Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great
Related too late, I demonstrate fate
I'm fast and, passing the stage of an assassin
Massacre, in a mash I start blasting
Fury article, periodical
Blowing up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles
Every time I build the plan and killed the man
MC's got smoked without a filter and
Skunked them up like marijuana
Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner
You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up
'Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up
Play the back of dis here scenery
You clowns will get broke down like machinery
I bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble
Hard rocks get crushed into rubble
The gates of hell open wide to scope in
And I'm hopin', you're brought to the Pope and
The holy bible when you made your arrival
Now the name of the game is survival
The result isn't real difficult to strategy
I'm "Stayin Alive" like John Travolta
My rhymes are gettin' hotter, I gotta
Round to allow clowns like a Globetrotter
So I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in
I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion
I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout
You better shout to get a rap out
What I arrange invented, it's strange demented
The range, be changed when I entered
A stage of furious rage when I had this madness
Badness, you felt sadness
Raps are brave and outrageous; all those
Chicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages
I stand tall, play the wall, and watch them brain stall
And wet yo' ass like rainfall
I think you need a replacement, you're illin'
Call that building boy, you're still in the basement
A brain cell swells to jam like a pelican
Fresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton
I'm gonna need your full cooperation
This is a matter of life and death operation
To ease a man in the siege of surgery
Of being done without anesthesia
Go slow, hell no, I let the beat kick
And I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick
I'm not soft, I kill suckers off
Disarming it, bombing it, off in a coffin
You get struck, and just like a motherfucking duck
And plucked and shit out of luck and fucked
Designated to self-destruct
Knocked around like a hockey puck
K-double-O-L-G-are-A-P, N-O M-see plays me
You wish your name had a G but to be
A badder G boy you gotta play with strategy
Top ranking, thinking ability, memory banking
But instead you're just sinking
I attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs
G. Rap's back
In the song "Kool is Back" by Kool G Rap and DJ Polo, the rapper boasts about his skill and ability to destroy other MCs who try to compete with him. He terms himself as the king with the sting of the scorpion, which means that he can inflict a painful sting on his opponents, leaving them wounded. He compares himself to Frosty the Snowman, saying he can freeze MCs as he pleases. Kool G Rap and DJ Polo also play with words and rhyme to create their unique rapping style. The lyrics describe their passion for music and their willingness to put in the hard work required to create great music.
The song also has an aggressive tone, with Kool G Rap and DJ Polo using violent imagery to describe how they will destroy other MCs. They talk about cutting their opponents like a laser, pounding them down, drowning them in pounds of sounds, and blowing them up. In the final lines of the song, Kool G Rap and DJ Polo reassert their dominance in the rap game, saying that they are back and better than ever.
Overall, the song "Kool is Back" is a powerful and confident affirmation of Kool G Rap's and DJ Polo's musical abilities. They paint themselves as the kings of the rap game, who are willing to do whatever it takes to stay on top.
Line by Line Meaning
Boy come on get with this cause you can't diss this
You can't criticize my work, join me instead.
I'm burning yo' ass like syphilis
I'm dissing you hard, and it'll hurt.
A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand
You can't keep up with me, you're just average.
I freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman
I'm so good, I can stop rappers in their tracks.
No man withstands the pain I bring
I'm too strong for you to handle.
So face a hell raise of cut like a laser
Prepare for a fierce lyrical attack.
Polo plays a part inside the arts I grab charts
DJ Polo and I are a team in the music industry.
Start to break you apart so get smart
I'm going to destroy your rap career, so wise up.
You cry for help knowing you felt the rhyme
You know I'm too good and you can't compete.
Making the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt
DJ Polo's beats are so good, it's like a martial artist fighting.
MC's are grounded, pounded down, astound
I'm taking down other rappers with my rhymes.
They rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them
Other rappers try to compete, but they can't keep up.
Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great
People listen to my music and appreciate the quality.
Related too late, I demonstrate fate
It's too late for others to try to keep up with me.
I'm fast and, passing the stage of an assassin
I'm so good, people can hardly keep up.
Massacre, in a mash I start blasting
I'm destroying the rap game with my lyrics.
Fury article, periodical
My rhymes are like articles, they're published and highly regarded.
Blowing up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles
I'm so good, I'm changing the rap game with my lyrics.
Every time I build the plan and killed the man
I'm always winning in this game.
MC's got smoked without a filter and
Other rappers are getting destroyed in the game.
Skunked them up like marijuana
I'm so good, other rappers don't have a chance against me.
Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner
I'm unbeatable and will take out any competition.
You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up
You can't compete with me, I'm too good.
'Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up
You're stuck, you can't beat me.
Play the back of dis here scenery
You should step back and watch the scene unfold.
You clowns will get broke down like machinery
I'm so good, I'm breaking down the competition like a machine.
I bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble
I'm destroying rappers at a fast pace.
Hard rocks get crushed into rubble
Even hard rappers can't stand up to me.
The gates of hell open wide to scope in
I'm so fierce, it's like the gates of hell opening up.
And I'm hopin', you're brought to the Pope and
I'm so good, I hope the Pope will acknowledge my talent.
The holy bible when you made your arrival
My talent is legendary, like the arrival of the Messiah.
Now the name of the game is survival
The rap game is tough, and only the best will survive.
The result isn't real difficult to strategy
It's no secret that I'm the best in the game.
I'm "Stayin Alive" like John Travolta
I'm in it for the long haul and will never give up.
My rhymes are gettin' hotter, I gotta
I'm getting better and better with time.
Round to allow clowns like a Globetrotter
I'm so good, I can afford to take it easy.
So I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in
I'm going to destroy other rappers, just like they tried to do to me.
I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion
I'm a powerful and dangerous rapper.
I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout
I'm following in the footsteps of other great rappers and surpassing them.
You better shout to get a rap out
It's hard to compete with me, so you better scream to get some attention.
What I arrange invented, it's strange demented
My rhymes are unique and crazy, but it works for me.
The range, be changed when I entered
My talent changed the game of rap forever.
A stage of furious rage when I had this madness
I'm so good, I'm in a different league than other rappers.
Badness, you felt sadness
You know how good I am and it makes you feel bad.
Raps are brave and outrageous; all those
My rhymes are bold and daring, different from the norm.
Chicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages
Your rhymes are weak and lame, they belong in the phone book.
I stand tall, play the wall, and watch them brain stall
I'm so good, people stop in their tracks when they hear my rhymes.
And wet yo' ass like rainfall
My rhymes are so good, it's like a wild storm hitting you.
I think you need a replacement, you're illin'
Other rappers can't keep up, they need to be replaced.
Call that building boy, you're still in the basement
You can't even compare to me, you're still at the bottom.
A brain cell swells to jam like a pelican
Your brain can't handle how good I am.
Fresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton
I'm so good, I leave my opponents speechless and stunned.
I'm gonna need your full cooperation
You need to acknowledge how good I am.
This is a matter of life and death operation
My rhymes are so crucial, they can make or break someone's career.
To ease a man in the siege of surgery
I'm a healer of rap, helping others to succeed.
Of being done without anesthesia
You need to appreciate my rhymes without any enhancements.
Go slow, hell no, I let the beat kick
I'm too good to slow down for anyone, I let the music take control.
And I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick
My rhymes are devilishly good.
I'm not soft, I kill suckers off
I'm a fierce competitor, I destroy my opponents.
Disarming it, bombing it, off in a coffin
I'm destroying the rap game with my rhymes.
You get struck, and just like a motherfucking duck
I'm destroying other rappers like they're helpless ducks.
And plucked and shit out of luck and fucked
I'm destroying other rappers so badly that they don't stand a chance.
Designated to self-destruct
Other rappers are destined to fail when they try to compete with me.
Knocked around like a hockey puck
I'm so good, I'm taking down other rappers like they're nothing.
K-double-O-L-G-are-A-P, N-O M-see plays me
People know who I am, I'm a legend in the rap game.
You wish your name had a G but to be
Other rappers wish they were as good as me, but they can't.
A badder G boy you gotta play with strategy
To be as good as me, you need to have a plan and strategy.
Top ranking, thinking ability, memory banking
I have excellent rap skills and a great memory for rhymes.
But instead you're just sinking
Other rappers can't keep up with me, they get left behind.
I attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs
I'm so fierce, it's like a group of crazy people attacking.
G. Rap's back
I'm back on top and destroying the rap game with my rhymes.
Lyrics © CAK MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ERIC BARRIER, NATHANIEL THOMAS WILSON
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