Aiyyo don`t go near the speakers
[LL Cool J]
The big showdown the display is skill
I`m the type of Picasso witcha girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot kiss ya wife
Cause I`m like a knife, the concrete is right
And I`ll take ya life and take ya like python
I`ma do you wrong
Any emcee who you wanna name?
I want pain that I can be tamed
Talkin about guns punk it don`t alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn army
I can`t hold back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it`s like ya slippin off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake ya fruit cocktails
First your title now I`m takin your female
All of a sudden you`re so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain`t sayin jack
The ripper is back and you can`t escape
Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
I want beef so bring on the rookies
I got more than just Cool J cookies
Rip Rock, crush, stop, cop, I`m poison come and take a drop
I bet ya teeth will end up around the corner kid
Don`t ask me why I did it
I`m civilized damage to a nobody
And I`m carrying a gun if I`m rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I`ll slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or Baltimore
I`m worrying the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video, here`s the real smoothing
Country accents, who do you think you`re foolin?
I play crushable, late night craps
You only knew cause ya onto your raps
And rap city and V.E.T.
The channel 31 and but now here I come
To save the day and the now you`re getting done
Like a hooker, don`t try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you little fake
It`s (???) comin out ya kitchen sink
Your Mic`s a baby bottle son
Some say they ain`t but I am the one
The slice is that the fire boy it`ll break ya
servin or heard em a word occurred to him
then he could move a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast big mouth emcees I`ll bet ya none last
cause they ain`t sable or able
And I bruise the party like jumper cables
So plug me in and put me on
I`m serial hard so I can battle amore
from coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary but you still don`t phase me
Listen ansd we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness but your records ain`t wack this
Your bitin on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I won`t see ya no more
Let`s get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya records might sell
I can`t believe you found a dead maggots
crawlin all over my name I won`t have that
You better look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in quicksand?
When you can stand on your own two feet
I`m rippin emcees a funky drum with a big beat
Name the date and a or Rainer
Ya three year old ballerina
I can`t believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you`re new or older than old town
Just kick back I don`t like a ?stagger wagger? psycho rap
You can`t handle the format
Whether you`re swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged all I need is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the buffet
Some of y`all are sittin in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don`t hear bass
But you feel the thunder
You get cooked I`ll knock out your tooth
We`ll be fighting from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime
Yo Marley (Whassup?) spill the time
(Nah man, just kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I`m on the microphone I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the violence
Ain`t no rivals ain`t no competition
Punk, I`m beatin ya into submission
I`m gettin busier than ever before
Never more will I`ll slack I`ma keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a pack-jam
Video is poppin over a Batman
Rippin you to shreds, tappin you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin as happy as a newly wed
Give me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep and put it on law-away
I`ll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya weep about the murdergram
