[Intro: LL Cool J]
Let me tell you somethin` about an a-b-c style
The a the b the c the d the e the f the g the h the i the j the k
the l the m the n the o the p the q the r the s the t the u the v
w, x, y, z, it`s bullshit to me
[LL Cool J]
Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
and move on, you better get another vick to work with - or quit
Cause I`m on some ol` L shit
Capable of murder but I never committed
Takin` no shorts so you better forget it
Tracklin` the world on my tone deafen station, taught her
Supercalifalistic emcee excutioner
Wicked witch, diggin` your ditch
givin` ya stitch by stitch, ain`t this a bitch
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I`m not retirin`
Despirin`, admirin` the way I`m gettin` fly and
I sees ecleptoes and I resent those
brothers who slept on, when they shoulda kept on
Rollin` with rush it don`t get no rougher
I stopper, huffer and puffer, a buffer, suffer
I was holdin` back the man superior, right?
You wanna take my title, yo, you`ll be aight
You stand below the plateau I stand on
You want my faction to put the man on
I Shake`n`Bake and break the laws of gravity
And if you chew on, you`ll get a cavity
Cause I`ma giant, and you`re a pee-wee
And all that LL shit, you can`t see me
You`re cheap and weak, incomplete and off-peak
ER-ERM!! Cause it gets no rougher
It gets no rougher
Yo man, you know how to take the order a-b-c emcee`s youknowhatI`msayin`?
Yo, cuttin` ain`t no joke, yo L, release the juice on `em
[LL Cool J]
I release the juice smack dab in your face
Do damage, I`m pickin` up the pace
My mics` like a torch when I`m walkin` at nighttime
straight to the dome, it`s like a pipe-line
High speed, stronger than Thai-Weed
And before you pick up the mic to get fly
You need all the dope khaki`s that you can feature
So I can serve you, you know the procedure
Listen to the man intellectualize, visualize
Your whole posse gettin` paralysed
I don`t wanna hear no alibi`s, don`t apologize
ER-ERM-ERM, I `ll put the highs` in your EYES!!
The bass in your face, like you ditch the attorney, I`m on the case
With rhymes that`ll hit ya, get ya and sit ya down
The competition is booty get the picture now?
Skip the record, my road, to get me-a-go
I`m figurin` yo, nigga you know
I won`t allow, not now, no way, no how
any form of disrespect, you better bow
Time gets rough to swamp I do it pump
in between my jaws adversaries got chomped
The cordless mic is my only utensil
Lyrics you be runnin`, I break `em like a pencil
Cause I`m massive, and you`re a small fry
You`re all in, a stunt, a fall-guy
Outta order I smolder blacks to make you SUFFER!!
Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no rougher
Shut up, the alley cats` got attention to get
and drop these L dope lyrics on ya, the beat is pumpin`, youknowI`msayin`?
Tell `em
[LL Cool J]
Let me ask you ask a question...
You could take the game of rap and rule it alone
Demonstrate many styles on the microphone
Build an empire like an African King
I had to show Apu Jack the Ripper could swing
I`ma rappers nightmare, I crush my opponents
There`s only one title - I own it
Emcee`s flip-flop, I bust out the workshop
They try to eve`sdrop, goin` to make rock
Aerodynamically, it`s all automatically
the way I jiggly full of originality
Shay-shop `em and stop `em like a cheetah and an antelope
Then I cut `em like a cantalope - on the table
they ain`t able, I`m a legend, not a fable, gotta keep it stable
Crack your back bone, harder than grimstone
Doin` your justice overseein` like a chaporone
Huh, on the hip-hop scene, I got shit sewn up like a sewin` machine
Eat a rapper like a sandwich, leave `em in a bandit
Crack the stage and leave the audience damaged
[Interlude: LL Cool J]
Yeah, get funky on that cut, get funky on it
(Yo, L, them lyrics is dope man youknowI`msayin`?
you better raw sick for years..) this how we do it dogg
(...Pump that good man, let`s cut us some real, real somethin`)
Yo, bust this
[LL Cool J]
I`m kinda like a soldier, see I told ya
When I pick up the mic I`ma hold ya
captive, a mack-tive, I`ll make sure I`ll track it
L`ll speak a cell a sneak as your backs` gettin` weaker
I freak the beat and get shieker
Rule over King, you`re too over-eager
You`re tryin` to make a move for
I`ma prove you`re ridiculious
I think he was jealous and in the mood for an ass-kickin`
When you mess with, the man with the plan
mic in his hand and a fresh skit
R-O-U-G-H-E-R, ROUGHER!! So here we are
Face to face, mic to mic, man to man
While your battle ship is sinkin` in quicksand
Strappin` to the bottom like a two-ton anchor
And break, pull the rope, point blank, I`m a sniper
Rapper like a pack, step on `em like a mack
My DJ Cut-Creator scratch a record like a cat
E at my side with pride who got a bigger rep
Shh... smoke the mic like a cigarette
Every puff is rough I pull, kill a bull
One toke, your crews` a joke
I run through rappers like runnin` through rubber holes is
Nigga, I`m comin` up roses
Step back - I got the title - bear-witness to a dope recital
I`ve killed many men my friend and I`ma do it again and again and again
Cause it gets no rougher
[Outro: LL Cool J]
YouknowI`msayin`? I`m rulin` this game
It don`t get no rougher, peace, LL Cool J
