Letras
Yeah, yeah, what up? What up?
This is Rak'Lo, Rak'Lo, Polo godfather
Lo Life original from 1988
Yo, big shoutout to Polo Palace, you know what I'm sayin'?
Palace Polo, representing hard body
Uh, first up like an appetiser
I turn an into a can of cider
The heat blow like a hand dryer
We was broke, sittin' by the gas fire
Now life is sweet like Aunt Jemima
I got dance moves, flow like the Danube
I got drip like a Dapper Dan suit
Lungs like a vacuum
Vodka with the cranberry juice
I think what would Jean-Michel Basquiat do?
King Kong ain't got shit on man
You saw the banger and you shit your pants
You lost it like Madeline McCann
I'm smokin' Mandarin, watchin' a film in Cannes
Fuck the feds tryna film us from the van
I don't wear Vans, I catch easy jets to Dam
These man ain't never had a job, fam
Quick with the hands, used to kidnap and rob man
Barefoot standin', scramblin' the egg
Scramblin' the signal, I'm handlin' the bread
Samplin' the red, sample in my head
Damagin' your cred, get a candle in your bed
Burnin' up your sheets, turnin' up the heat
Earnin' in the streets, learnin' like a virgin with a freak
Curvin' all the weak, surfin' with the geeks
Servin' up the big fish plow with the surgeon on fleek
Surgeon with the beat, wizard with the words
Visitin' the Earth like it's prison with the bird
A whole brick of verbs
A whole vision that I'm puttin' first
My sole mission is to put in work
Bamboozlin' the bandwagon cruisers
Bamboo blowpipe bandana users
You ran with the losers, I ran up the bill
Told Jill, "Fuck Jack," then we ran up the hill, we trill
Fly nigga, full-force flow with four-fives
Fear for your life
Tribe been on a bitch's arse like I'm five
Frauds falsely claim the X factor, face fracture
Spanner in the works, flyin' fish first
Jack Frost, Guy Fawkes, fur fox
Give two shits and two fucks, finger-fuckin' A on flux
Spent so much cheese, I gave the bitch reflux
I thrust while you eat frosh
Stop talkin', breath stinks, you need a toothbrush
Brought the beast out
Eat sheeps, we don't see mouse
Gouge eyes out, beat water out your weak spouse
Give it three bouts on green leather sofas, no cheap couch
Put your money up if you have doubts
Trash rap grouch, fake fibre filled with feminine fuck
Flawless flavours fluctuate for the flock
Flick fire from a flamer for fun
Think I've finished, but I've just begun
Run and duck for cover from the verbal gun