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4,3,2,1
LL Cool J feat. Method Man, Redman, Canibus & DMX
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Hah hah
Yeah yeah
Ay carumba
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot
Trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, to three, two, one
Ma'mon Meth-Tical come and get some
Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickenin', best believe
Finger itchin' with two broke legs, now I'm trippin'
On emcee's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble, bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your
Jaw from my punch buggy sonnin' you, got you
Shittin' in your last Huggie, runnin' who? Fuckin' punk
Get a speed bump comin' through, a single shot
Make your meat lump, respect Wu
Ayo I put it on a nigga, shitted on a nigga
Turn a Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
When you got sent up I was hittin' ya ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin'
Shit I'm drivin' in, come with fog halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass 'til both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the gypsy
When I approach, rappers be takin' notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolute, I love to burn to the roots
I keep cummin', 'til you pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante, hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you, my attitude is anemic
I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beatin' niggas to death and beatin' dead niggas to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff
Like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?"
I could go on for more Millenias than Mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like it had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild?
Who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take 'em on in all shapes, sizes, and forms
And spit on, anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I'm already doin' a hunnid
When I'm blunted, and I give it to any nigga that want it
Stay out the dark, 'cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
Run it now, however it's gonna go, it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish you dog, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much
As your possessions? Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live
Let me get what's up in your sock, 'cause it's better to give
Than receive, believe what I say when I tell ya
Don't make me put you somewhere, where nobody could smell ya
And when the lights is out, they don't come back on
This ain't a flick, you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You's a big nigga, ski mask for it baby
So I can hit you up on front street, thinkin' I'm sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack
Shine like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, to three, two, one
Come on Mr. Smith, come get some!
When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (ha, word up)
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords, I swing the Excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension (uh-huh)
Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention
Watch your mouth, better yet, hold your tongue
I'mma do this shit for free this time, this one's for fun
Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
With one thesis (L.L. Cool J. is hard)
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's like pickin' up a ball, playin' with Mike
Swingin' at Ken Griffey, or challengin' Roy to a fight
Stop it, you're amateur emcees
Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin' overseas
For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin' a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don't wanna make me mad nigga, you wanna socalize
And I'm daring every emcee in the game
To play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth, don't ever step out of line
L.L. Cool J. nigga, greatest of all time