[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