Breathe
(x4)
People in the audience Kool G Rap is my name
I write rhymes and insert them inside your brain
And DJ Polo, the man I'm behind
He operates the turntables when I'm rocking my rhymes, see...
(x4)
Psychopath on the phonograph, nut of the cuts
You heard the boy slice, is he nice or what?
He's the main entertainer inside the show
And he goes by the name of DJ Polo, see...
(x4)
I supply the data, he's the wheel operator
We're walking tall and we're called the terminators
I'm Kool G Rap, and he's Polo
He cuts like a pro when I go sol
People in the audience Kool G Rap is my name
I write rhymes and insert them inside your brain
And DJ Polo, the man I'm behind
He operates the turntables when I'm rocking my rhymes, see...
(x4)
Psychopath on the phonograph, nut of the cuts
You heard the boy slice, is he nice or what?
He's the main entertainer inside the show
And he goes by the name of DJ Polo, see...
(x4)
I supply the data, he's the wheel operator
We're walking tall and we're called the terminators
I'm Kool G Rap, and he's Polo
He cuts like a pro when I go sol
Through The Forest Of Dol Guldur
A misty path through woods long past
enshrined in silence and runes will keep
the secrets of Dol Guldur
Far away and over the cold fog mountains
our gleaming eyes are searching for a sign
and down to the deepest dungeons
and to the old forgotten lair
We must leave now, before a new day breaks
to search for the pale gold
that once belonged to the forest
By the sounds of pounding hammers
that sound like bells of the elves
in our ears...
we are still searching in the underground
where our dark secrets sleep
Far away over the cold fog mountains
we have to leave now, before a new day breaks
eternally...