Rumor has it that you're tired of my scratchin' and drums

And of couse I wanna expand to the maximum

So I inject in one more element to that of L.L.

Came up with something' funky called Rock the Bells

During this episode vocally I explode

My title is the king of the FM mode

See, my volume expands to consume

And my structures emote a lyrical heirloom

Vacally pulsating, I initiate gyrating

Ya must respond to my bells, there's no waiting

For the duration, there's no articulation

Receiving ovation for the bell association

The vocalization techniques I employ

The voice of my shadow could take a toy boy

The injection of bells into this beat

The result-enough evergy to amputate your feet

Greater insulator microphone dominator

My name is Cool J, manipulator innovator

Connoisseur, I'm sure my percussion will excite

These bells are gonna rock all night

Rock the bells



The bells make your energy escalate

A sort of musical fury L.L. might detonate

Subject matter entitled "The Bells"

The lyrical appraisement is by L.L.

My progrtam strains the tympanic membrane

I've been ordained the BLZ I'll flame

Paragraphs I concoct, Cut Creator's like an organist

Cool J exists as a journalist

I illuminate over any number on the Richter

My throat contracts like a boa constrictor

You're totally engulfed by the structured and the format

It's not dormant, it goes to the core, man

As you repain, you'll say I went

To torture individuals for exitement

Ambassador, the fiend of Cordor

Dialect so def, it'll rip up the floor

Ignite and excite with verbal extensions

What I'll mention will put you on pension

Makin' you tremble, nothin' resemble

The bells and if it don't

I disassemble

hit if you bit

I go have a fit

The master impresario of lyrical wit

A hip-hop creature, concert feature

Amateur teacher, my rhymes reach ya

When I commence with excellence

It eradicates levels of pestilence

Upon a plateau

No mortal can go

Mythological characters stand below

Rock the bells



A B-boy symphony complete with bells

No classical fanatic is parallel

From the design of my lyrics many people call me

An immortalized B-boy prodigy

Eeee a misdemeanor, cleaner women I subpoena

No conjecture in my lecture, name and adversary Gina

Promoter, my tune revolves like rotor

Whilst I decode-a the cranium of Yoda

Rehearsing steadily, growing I sing tweeter, mid-range

And woofers need guarding

The bells rip your auditory canal

Plagiarism is suicide for then I shall

Be forced to assault

Our position will halt

Upset you with words

Drink your blood like it's a malt

Opposite of illusions

Evidently it's true

The beat metabolism supposed to accelerate you

Hallucinating severe convulsion

Your equilibrium is took from my propolsion

I came here tonight to rock

These bells will never stop

Rock the Bells



Ya livin' on my lines side

Autographs I sign

Inferior fan-recorder of my rhyme

Perfect spectator, well I'm the dominator

You reline and refine, it and you save it for later

Swipe it as you type it

You recite it as you bite it

Then you claim it as your own to get them excited

About it as you shout it

You don't tell them how go it

And you repeat it and rock it

Multiply it, divide it, ya even sit inside it

It's L.L.'s rhyme, I know ya wanna bite

You announce, I pounce, destroy, annihilate

If you break, you'll be straight when I eliminate

You sonny lke scholars and you write 'em on your collars

You'll bomb and you'll try before a million dollars

I get like a leopard, attack, ransack, disturb, cold crush

Use a line, I make 'em hush

The lovers in the taker, faker, lovers of the Lakers, simulator

Rap traitor,l perfect perpetrator

To see ya as you bit the words

You'd think you never heard

The mike sings like a hummin' bird

Rock the Bells



Jack the Ripper

King Hercules

Professor of Death in the Seven Seas

Grim reaper of rhyme

Holder of the rock

Eradicating suckers all around the clock

The supreme machine

A microphone dream

My revenge isbrutal when you start to scheme

I mean, you're my adversary, I enjoy the few

The Peruvian rock, cocaine or quaalude

The story, the beginning of your death is heard

But your cries are ignored by the kind of word

I'm the super insane murderer in the rain

Like a vampire goin' for your jugular vein

Exterminating crews with my manuscript

And the best thing you wrote was a bunch of bullshit

The night of the nights

You're my victim tonight

You ain't nothin' nobody so get outta any sight

Bein' crushed by the source

It's reinforced (thoughts)

Now ya feel remorse 'cause ya know who's boss

L.L. Cool J is your undertaker

Def hit-maker plus a bone-breaker

Treble terminator, bass mutilator

You can drop your drawers, I'm a rapper castrator

On the microphone you will never recoup

When I'm finished with you, boy, you'll be suckin' on soup

Music virtuoso, melodical employer

I knew you was a sucker, first time I saw ya

Roll the red carpet, royalty's arrived

Don't try to fight back 'cause you won't survive

So don't never ever in any kind of weather

Try to mess with the tall young legend in leather

L.L. servin' 'em well

The beat elevates and the scratch excels

Rock the Bells