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LL Cool J - It Gets No Rougher lyrics
[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 |
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