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4,3,2,1
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LL Cool J
альбомы: Phenomenon, All World
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Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one My mon methtical come and get somePlayin' my position, hot Nixon This one, for all the sick ones, conflict ion Poisonous darts sickenin', best believe Finger itchin' with two broke legs, now Im trippinOn Mcs cliche, shot that ricochets Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways Gotta love me, God no one above me Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jawFrom my punch buggy sunnin' you Got you shittin' in your last huggie, runnin' who? Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin' through A single shot make your knees knock, respect wuAiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga Turnin' Christian to a certified sinner The bomb I release, time pent up While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe Shit I kept low, petro your metroPolitic, keep the chicken heads gobblin' Shit Im drivin' in, come with funk halogen Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee Kick ass till both timberlands turn shitty Gritty, smack the drivers head in the chin' seeWhen I approach rappers be takin' notes I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat Absolute, I love to burn to the roots I keep comin' til your pour sperm from your boots Vigilante hardcore to the penis Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemicIm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it Canibus is the type wholl fight for mics Beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to lifeWhen you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts If the signal was strong enough, and then Ill call your bluff Like, yo, how many rhymes you got? I think Ill go on For more millenniums than Mazdas got on the car lotAnd theres nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number Who wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly And get shot down with a surface-to-air missileI take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on Anybody who aint close enough to shit on Zero to sixty? Im already doin' a hundred When Im blunted and I give it to any nigga that want itStay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down Run it clown, come up off that, or Im gon gun it down When in doubt, however skull goes, its gon be that See that, that shitll finish you dawg, believe thatWhere we at, do your value your life, as much as your possessions? Dont be a stupid niggs, learn a lesson Im gon get you either way, and its better to live Let me get whats between your sock, cause its, better to giveThan receive, believe what I say when I tell you Dont make me put your somewhere where nobodyll smell you And when the lights is out, they dont come back on This aint a flick you aint gon come back on, you aint that strongYou knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby Youse a pink nigga, ski mask for it, baby So I can hit you up on front teeth, you think Im sweet? Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seatAiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one My mon methtical come and get someWhen young sons fantasize of borrowing flows Tell little Shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed, yeah, word up The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers You hold the rusty swords I swing the ExcaliburHow dare you step up in my dimension Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue Ima do this shit for free this time this ones for funBlow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces With one thesis, LL Cool J is hard Every little boy wanna pick up the mic And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hypeBut thats like pickin' up a ball, playin' with Mike Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight Snappin, you amateur mcs Dont you know Im like the dream team tourin' overseasFor rappers in my circle Im a deadly disease Ringmaster, bringin' a tiger cub to his knees In the history of rap theyve never seen such prominence Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance, word upNow lets get back to this mic on my arm If it ever left my side itd transform into a time bomb You dont wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize And you dont wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socializeAnd Im daring every mc in the game To play yourself out position, and mention my name I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train Watch your mouth dont ever step out of line LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time
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