4, 3, 2, 1
Yeah Yeah Make it butter I'm gonna Bankhead bounce! Oh doubt Hey yo watch yo mouth! Hey yo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot Trizack that sound like heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one My man Meth-Tical come and get some Playin' my position, hot Nixon This one, for all the sick ones, confliction Poisonous darts sickening, best believe Finger itching with two broke legs, now I'm trippin' On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me Look good but f*ck ugly, tap your jaw From 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 Wu Hey yo, I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga Turnin' Christian to a certified sinner The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes) While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe Shit I kept low, petro' your metro Politic, keep the chicken-heads gobblin' Shit I'm drivin' in, come with funk halogen Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin, see When I approach rappers be takin' notes I drop like I should of invented the raincoat Absolute, I love to burn to the roots I keep comin 'til you pour sperm from your boots Vigilante hardcore to the penis Tell you f*ck you, my attitude is anemic I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics Beatin' niggas to death and beatin' dead niggas to life When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts If the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff Like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on For more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number Who want to see Canibus get wild, who want to act fly and Get shot down with a surface-to-air missile I take 'em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on Anybody who ain't close enough to shit on Zero to sixty? I'm already doin' a hundred When I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it Stay out the dark, 'cause if I catch you when the sun is down Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that See that, that shit'll finish you dog, believe that Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possessions? Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live Let me get what's between your sock, 'cause it's, better to give Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you Don't make me put you somewhere where nobody'll smell you And when the lights is out, they don't come back on This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby Yous'a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby So I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet? Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat Hey yo, one (Two ) Three (Four) Five (Six) Seven, blaze the hot trizack (Shine like heaven, seven) Six (Five) Four (Three) Two (One) Come on Mr. Smith, come get some! When 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 Excalibur How dare you step up in my dimension Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention Watch your mouth, better yet hold your tongue I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces With one thesis (LL Cool J is hard) Every little boy want to pick up the mic And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype But that's like pickin' up a ball, playin' with Mike Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight Snappin', you amateur MC's Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin' overseas For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease Ringmaster, bringin' a tiger cub to his knees In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up) Now let's get back to this mic on my arm If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb You don't want to borrow that, you want to idolize And you don't want to make me mad nigga, you want to socialize And I'm 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 don't ever step out of line LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time
Written by: Earl Simmons, Reggie Noble, Clifford Smith, Erick Sermon, Germaine Williams, James Todd Smith
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