Excalibur - Lyrics - Even In Darkness - Dungeon Family

Title: Excalibur
Album: Even In Darkness
Artist: Dungeon Family
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, R Bailey, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Ask not what the family can do for you
Ask only what you can do for the family

This is my pledge, this is my pledge to we and all those that come after
Let's talk about it 'posed to assimilate, insyncopate
Euphoric you raw superstitions, appear with information
Hesitation, metaphoric in a solid state of logic

Focusin' on me and the family, gawkin'
Parallel parkin' was a art form
Atilla the Hun, school that I wrote to write
Spoke for some to speak, provided cobblestone

Stole to steal parone, cut the heart up out of Caesar
I protect the black Madonna shrine from seizures
I survived the 80's child killings
Excruciating pain like a root canal without a filling

Forever we, pillars in this stature in this Ascap rapture
Wordplay that will snatch ya, mangle ya mind
Signed upper bull pull, I relinquish
To become forever more Excalibur
To become forever more Excalibur

Caliber unknown, infinite in stature
Indiscriminate fracture, syndicated rapture
Indicated capture, syncopated nature
Defeated we raise the wager no secret, I hate the majors

But they major players, so I'm a gladiatin'
Not so glad we waitin', niggaz is graduatin'
Fuck what flag we wavin', kids is misbehavin'
Parents is worse than Satan, apparently church is pagan

Sworn away my freedom through words that sing my freedom
Rebirth the world of the earth in intent to spin my freedom
Prepared to defend the next-us didn't get in for no Lexus
Didn't get on through connections or to get off my erection

Fuck the soft and the wetness, luck is lost in election
Bucket that caused the detection sent to impossible reactions
Still to much to achieve, we build to much to believe
Fear to much to receive, appear before you achieve

We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur
We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur

We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur
We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur

Guess I was wrong, [Incomprehensible] sworn
Promise to make it show that, the legend of dungeon live on
Even knowledge I known and heights I flown
I alone can't snatch the sword up out the stone

The charged chastities here, have to cock outta fear
Matter of fact, I apologize
Lyric far, witness to suck the star
May the force be with us, for we are

We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur
We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur

We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur
We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur

Eyes'll have you so puffed up until you eventually flow up
And bust on their or buck to their [Incomprehensible]
Drag the slayer, oh we ain't forgot about you playa
You still don't weigh enough, I gotcha beat off the rip
From the jump, keep it still to relapse on that junk

Pump fake, off ya feet
Fall on this sword ya beat with eggs on ya face
Amazing grace, how sweet it is the shit we spit
Thicker still, niggaz don't deserve to live

It's gettin' so goosy where a girl
Can kill her baby the next day by takin' a pill
Breakin' off beat, when they blow the horns
They open up the rest of them seals

Out wit yo' head for not keepin' the ears real
Walkin' through the valley of the drop
Bone lookin' for my damn drone
Where ya at? I see ya, I see ya
Come on let's get 'em dawg come on

If I got one my nigga you got one
He got one, they got one
Them motherfuckers gon' make them a damn gun

We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur
We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur

We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur
We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur

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B - Boy 2000 - Lyrics - Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: B - Boy 2000
Album: Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Binzer, Charlie Lopez, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Lawrence Parker, Anthony Valli, Bernard Williams

Lyric:
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
CXT KRS-One, boogie down, Crazy Town

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

I wanna block with glocks and brass knuckles
A pocket full of weed and a B-boy belt buckle
Space age rage to rattle your cage
Runnin' amok as we fuck up the stage

Taking hip-hop to a whole new level
8-0-8 bass over twisted metal
Shifty, the rebel, supernatural
A mac with a pull act a fool Excalibur

Destroying MC's with my vocal algebra
We got somethin' new for you
For you to take your ass and move it too
Hit to lose it to, it's that crazy crew

Takin' you on a ride to the other side, check it
Bar codes on freaks programmed for freak mode
Black holes of lost souls let the story be told
Rock a B-boys stance, 'cause it's time to explode

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

If you ever want to know what time it is
Compared to what time it isn't
When you hear KRS in the house
Just run and get our ticket

'Cause when you come into the jam
The party will be kickin'
All the Wic Wacs and DJ's in the house
Jealous, it get so sickenin'

Now CXT are some cool guys
Still gettin' paid without no ties
At least no jack and I can't hack it
When you gonna ask the question why?

I never liked workin' at Mickey D's
All my life I got B's and C's
Down with the crew called BDP
Shifty, E.P.I.C now when you be

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, we gather 'round the sound

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

I roll at light speed through space and time
With a boom box of beats and a book of rhymes
Cosmo kinetic, I just don't get it
These fools want to rock but their rhymes are pathetic

The Epic, digital bliss
The mega sound consists of a hard drive bits
Written under ground, Crazy Town rock so hard
You'll go berserk with the sound that travels around the universe

Ill thoughts disperse we're the first and last
High class, white trash rollin' a classic hover craft
In strange days the wickedest ways
Because the norm but it's far from the norm
When we perform, check it

B-boys make some noise, get connected
Respect it, you should expect the unexpected
B-girl reping at the front of the show
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O

'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Dope thoughts come when I hear a kick
Drum a bass beat transforms the level of the street
And the lyrics boulevard status yo, I'm the baddest
Beach front punks they insist I'm the raddest
Thing to hit ever since L.S.D.

Hallucinate while I dominate
I bring Satan to the table
When I rock, there is not a label for it
Critics adore it homicidal as it gets

Your wrist slit when I make suicidal imprints
On your brain, I induce pain, so I'm insane
Hell bent burnt you like acid rain
Extraordinarily, I lyricize specialize

In body rockin' rappin' and mackin'
Two triple O, I came to get down with my clique
Crazy Town we came to get down
Yes, yes y'all we came to get down

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

CXT, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
Work, work, work

C'mon, c'mon
Make it hard work

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Tang Clan - Rushing Elephants - Lyrics - Wu

Title: Tang Clan - Rushing Elephants
Artist: Wu
Composer(s): Gary Grice, Robert F Diggs, Jason Hunter, Elgin Evander Turner, Corey Woods

Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, what up kid? Yo, these niggaz is back, son
I'm telling you, spit that, done it nigga
I seen it like a Zenith man, you hear me man?
Word up, man, y'all know what it is
It's on again man, for real man, Top Gun, what what?

Aiyyo, we came through thumping like elephants
The new Range is supercharged, I remains intelligent
Back to the formula, Lord, hard grammar
This is God school, make sure the lobby ain't jammed up

Excalibur swords, T-Rexes, Bibles of rhymes
We in the lunchroom, weed and veggies for breakfast
Polo campus, sicker lances, the crisp
Hundred dollar kick niggas, that be showing you hand steps

Back to the dormitory, where niggas
Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write glory
True holding my flag, it's all engraved in my blade
So when I wave it, you gon' say Rae mad

Now it's '28 Days Later', now Wu's up, do something, you can't
It's blood in my eye, I might get amped
To rip something down, The Billboard holders is back
So when you see me, you gon' say he gets down

From darkness to DNA, I move with my brother
And we resonate, energy that shifts in colors
Bringing MCs punishment, then I'm done with it
The meter leave way on the fast break, I run with it

It was not a hobby but a childhood passion
That had started in the lobby and was quickly fashioned
Every line to line, bar for bar is clockwork
Hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt

Check the total amount of MCs inflicted
With torture, from moving with work that's restricted
We criticize producers 'til they joints are right
Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light

Hitting them from well concealed firing positions
With explosiveness that'll make the deaf listen
Drastic, pyroclastic, connected with the same old
Down the dangerous slopes of an active volcano

Blitz like the Green Bay Packers, sack like the linebackers
Hang with niggas like redneck crackers
Strangle cold bottles of Beck's like a vexed German
Duck low behind the car, my tech burning

Neck burning from eight karats of sunlight
Absorbed, in the grill Big Pun like
Lord of the Wu-Tang sword, know what that means?
Like J.R. Tolkien, it's the 'Lord of the Rings'

This is my man, Chef, auto, like Grand Theft Auto
The 18th letter, followed by the mark of Zorro
Plus A, not for apple but I pack an apple
Shorty try to buck back and knock me off the saddle

Caramel, pecan, sundae, Pregline
Plump breasts, was filled with saline
Her big booty cousin, nasty Nadine
Get you on the floor, whore tried to double team

Is he still that nucca? Is he in the hood like that?
Is he really strapped? Will he really split yo' shit?
I thought you said he rap? Pull up in the yard, ten sets
He ain't flexing, microphone ripping, heat holding

Who testing? Rope-a-dope his black Lotus
Can't quote this, chat with the sword tongue
Duck when the axe is swinging, wild Apache drum
Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts, he won't quit

Can't tell 'em nothing, he grown, give the man room
Space was demanded, beat banging through the speaker
Voice, heat seek missile, guided at the listener
Swing to the gospel, catch up and wet at the brothel
Unstoppable, direction of my flow, optional
To the ear depending on the current of air, the crowd's in

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Spanish Fly - Lyrics - Black Rob

Title: Spanish Fly
Artist: Black Rob
Composer(s): Sadao Watanabe, Jeremy A. Graham, Bruce Gaitsch, Madonna L. Ciccone, Patrick Leonard, Robert Ross

Lyric:
Yo, look clown I come through bully down
Keep thinkin' that you hard take a look around
I got soldiers stationed up to bring pain
And when it go down my hoes do the same thing

We all in the same game, we all willin' to bang
Ain't nobody going against the grain, so take aim
B.R.'s evasive, cut all the faces, catch all the cases, this real
You rather bet 'cha life than face me

I mean I got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee
Black the feindest, this title I hold I won't relinquish
And this type shit you shouldn't sting wish
And one phone call and I'll extinguish, I mean this you seen this

Blue steel fo, fo the caliber, Excalibur, I'ma destroy my next challenger
B. Rob high post MC, quick to spray Raid on the roach MC
So don't be apporachin' me without the cross and rosary
Who this nigga 'pose to be, I blast him in the open beef
Damn Black, how you do that der? 'Cuz we don't care I'll take 'em there

Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of 'dro
(I'll take 'em there)
Last night I realized I'm dreaming
Too late now, guess I'll finish what I started baby

Y'all niggas heard the first verse no doubt shit bangin'
Verse two make sure none of y'all left hangin'
Got honies lovin' this shit too, one wit' choo
Long as you know my pants don't fit' choo

Money good look, understand why he shook
Shit I'm rich, face all up in the Guinness Book
Check, all the records I set, it's major
Check, that the sets I wreck with flavor

Fuck that Cajun, guns stay bond cock
Boiler on lock, hold shit down like Fort Knox
Man, knock the rhyme unorthodox
What 'cha barely understand, shit I deal with the L.O.X.

Give me the props, I'm tryin' set a mark this year
And bring the equipment out to the parks this year
So y'all could see how it used to be
I'm lookin' towards the future see

Black here to stay, its time y'all got used to me
Puff said Black ain't tryin' to fit in
Up and down the coast can't count the spots I've been in
Put 'cha bid in

Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of 'dro
(I'll take 'em there)
Last night I realized I'm dreaming
Too late now, guess I'll finish what I started baby

I hit a [unverified] if my name was Teddy Bender
Hot beats and hot rhymes tossed in a blenda'
I want ch' all to feel hardcore, nothin' tenda'
Blessed this mic for as long as I remember

Y'all can't see the Rob, uh, uh, y'all must be stupid
If I owe Shawn Combs any money then I recouped it
I looped it, this fly shit from Nebogada
Me and Yogi and Hard Pierre from you don't know me

I dare you to come against me, run against me
Use your gun against me, you finito, finished
I've seen wild cats diminished, foldin' for, Bad Boy's known to ball
Internationally, I'm sayin' actually

I have to be the next cat to go and sell a million records casually
So, prepare yourself for the storm, 1999 it's on
And I'm just gettin' warm

Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of 'dro
(I'll take 'em there)
Last night I realized I'm dreaming
Too late now, guess I'll finish what I started baby

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Randall Knife - Lyrics - Guy Clark

Title: Randall Knife
Artist: Guy Clark
Composer(s): Guy Clark

Lyric:
My father had a Randall knife
My mother gave it to him
When he went off to World War II
To save us all from ruin

Now if you've ever held a Randall knife
You know my father well
And if a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man
He was a lawyer by his trade
And only once did I ever see
Him misuse the blade

Well, it almost cut his thumb off
When he took it for a tool
Now the knife was made for darker things
And you could not bend the rules

Well, he let me take it camping once
On a Boy Scout jamboree
And I broke a half an inch off
Trying to stick it in a tree

Well, I hid it from him for a while
But the knife and he were one
And he put it in his bottom drawer
Without a hard word one

There it slept and there it stayed
For twenty some odd years
Sort of like Excalibur
Except waiting for a tear

My father died when I was forty
And I couldn't find a way to cry
Not because I didn't love him
Not because he didn't try

Well, I'd cried for every lesser thing
Whiskey, pain and beauty
But he deserved a better tear
And I was not quite ready

So we took his ashes out to sea
And poured `em off the stern
And then threw the roses in the wake
Of everything we'd learned

And when we got back to the house
Well, they asked me what I wanted
Not the law books, not the watch
Oh, I need the things he's haunted

Oh, my hand burned for the Randall knife
There in the bottom drawer
And I found a tear for my father's life
And all that it stood for

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4, 3, 2, 1 - Lyrics - Phenomenon - Ll Cool J

Title: 4, 3, 2, 1
Album: Phenomenon
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Germaine Williams, Earl Simmons, Clifford Smith, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Reggie Noble, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
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 some

Playin' 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 I?m trippin

On Mc?s 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 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

Aiyyo 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 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 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 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' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz 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 millenniums 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 wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna 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 dawg, believe that

Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possessions?
Don?t be a stupid niggs, 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 your 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
You?se 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

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 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 wanna 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 wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don?t wanna make me mad nigga you wanna 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

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4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix) - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: 4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix)
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Germaine Williams, Earl Simmons, Clifford Smith, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Reggie Noble, James Todd Smith

Lyric:
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 some

Playin' 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 I?m trippin

On Mc?s 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 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

Aiyyo 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 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 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 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' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz 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 millenniums 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 wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna 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 dawg, believe that

Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possessions?
Don?t be a stupid niggs, 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 your 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
You?se 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

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 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 wanna 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 wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don?t wanna make me mad nigga you wanna 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

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