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