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LL Cool J

James Todd Smith (born January 14, 1968), better known as LL Cool J, for Ladies Love Cool James ), is an American rapper, entrepreneur, and actor from Bay Shore, New York. He is known for romantic ballads such as "I Need Love", "Around the Way Girl" and "Hey Lover" as well as pioneering hip-hop such as "I Can't Live Without My Radio", "I'm Bad", "The Boomin' System", and "Mama Said Knock You Out". He has released thirteen studio albums and two greatest hits compilations, including 2008's Exit 13, the last for his record deal with Def Jam Recordings, and currently has a new studio album in the works. He has also appeared in numerous films, including Halloween H20: 20 Twenty Years Later, and currently stars as NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna on the CBS crime drama… more »

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1990

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Hey yo, don't go near the speakers 
The big showdown, the display is skill 
I'm the type of Picasso with ya girl on the pill 
Take a family snap shot, kiss ya wife 
'Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is right 
And I'll take ya life, and take ya like python 
I'm a do you wrong 
Any emcee who you want to name? 
I want pain that I can be tamed 
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't alarm me 
Got enough cash to make a whole damn army 
I can't hold back the way that I feel 
'Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana peels 
Ya like fruit cake, ya fruit cocktails 
First your title, now I'm takin' your female 
All of a sudden you're so proud of a black 
A baseball hat but you ain't sayin' jack 
The ripper is back, and you can't escape 
'Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape 
I want beef, so bring on the rookies 
I got more than just Cool J cookies 
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and take a drop 
I bet ya teeth will end up around the corner, kid 
Don't ask me why I did it 
I'm civilized damage to a nobody 
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the party 
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA 
I'll slay wherever ya play 
D.C. or Philly, or Baltimore 
I'm worrying the rich, invading the poor 
Perpetrating in your video; here's the real smoothing 
Country accents, who do you think you're foolin'? 
I play crushable, late night craps
You only knew 'cause ya onto your raps 
And rap city and B.E.T. 
The channel thirty-one, and, but now here I come 
To save the day and the now you're getting done 
Like a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb 
The first sign of the battle you little fake 
It's, comin' out ya kitchen sink 
Your Mic's a baby bottle, son 
Some say they ain't, but I am the one 
The slice is that the fire, boy, it'll break ya 
Servin' or heard 'em; a word occurred to him 
Then he could move; a would get moved on 
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last 
'Cause they ain't stable or able 
And I bruise the party like jumper cables 
So plug me in, and put me on 
I'm serial hard, so I can battle amore 
From coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy 
Use a dictionary, but you still don't phase me 
Listen and we can sound cheap 
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack this 
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you fall in the moat 
I won't see ya no more 
Let's get together and diss LL 
Use his name and ya records might sell 
I can't believe you found a dead maggots 
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't have that 
You better look in the mirror and re-think your plan 
Why walk in quicksand 
When you can stand on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum with a big beat 
Name the date and a or Rainer 
Ya three year old ballerina 
I can't believe the suckers try to throw-down 
Whether you're new or older than old town 
Just kick back; I don't like a, psycho rap 
You can't handle the format 
Whether you're swab or swoon 
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a broom 
If I slay the way they slay, punk play the pay 
Mr. Morris has entered the buffet 
Some of y'all are sittin' in rows 
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balamey 
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami 
Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear bass 
But you feel the thunder 
You get cooked; I'll knock out your tooth 
We'll be fighting from lobby to the roof 
You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime 
Yo, Marley 
(Whats up?) Spill the time 
(Nah, man, just kick a little warmth) 
Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw 
When I'm on the microphone I want silence 
Let KRS-One stop the violence 
Ain't no rivals, ain't no competition 
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into submission 
I'm gettin' busier than ever before 
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw 
Eat ya up like a pack-jam 
Video is poppin' over a Batman 
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the head 
Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed 
Give me a tech-nine to spray 
Save the peep, and put it on law-away 
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand 
Feel ya weep about the murdergram

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