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It Gets No Rougher
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LL Cool J
жанры: rap
альбомы: Walking With A Panther
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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 meRhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time And move on, you better get another week 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 itTracklin' the world on my tone deafen station, taught her Supercalifalistic emcee executioner Wicked witch, diggin' your ditch Givin' ya stitch by stitch, ain't this a bitchSweeter 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 onRollin' 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 aightYou stand below the plateau I stand on You want my faction to put the man on I shake and 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 'Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no rougherYo man, you know how we take the order A-B-C emcee's You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, cuttin' ain't no joke, yo L, release the juice on 'emI 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-lineHigh speed, stronger than Thai-weed 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 procedureListen to the man intellectualize, visualize Your whole posse gettin' paralyzed I don't wanna hear no alibi's, don't apologize I'll put the highs' in your eyes!The bass in your face, like a District 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 rigamarole, to get me-a-goI'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 prompt In between my jaws adversaries got chompedThe 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 slaughter wax to make you suffer 'Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no rougherShut up, the alley cats' got attention to get And drop these l dope lyrics on ya, the beat is pumpin' You know what I'm sayin'?Let me ask you ask a question Wait a minute Who 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 swingI'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 eavesdrop, goin' to make rockAerodynamically, 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 stableCrack your back bone, hotter than brimstone 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 bandage Crack the stage and leave the audience damagedYeah, get funky on that cut, get funky on it Yo, l, them lyrics is dope man you know I'm sayin'? 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 thisI'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' weakerI 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 ridiculiousI 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 areFace 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 sniperRapper 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 cigaretteEvery puff is rough a pull could kill a bull, one toke, your crews' a joke I run through rappers like water through rubber hoses 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 get no rougherYou know what I'm sayin'? I'm rulin' this game It don't get no rougher, peace, LL Cool J
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