L.L. Cool J - Murdergram
(LL Cool J)
The big showdown the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso witcha girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot kiss ya wifeÂ
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is rightÂ
And I'll take ya life and take ya like pythonÂ
I'ma do you wrongÂ
Any emcee who you wanna name?
I want pain that I can be tamedÂ
Talkin about guns punk it don't alarm meÂ
Got enough cash to make a whole damn armyÂ
I can't hold back the way that I feelÂ
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin off banana peelsÂ
Ya like fruit cake ya fruit cocktailsÂ
First your title now I'm takin your femaleÂ
All of a sudden you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't sayin jackÂ
The ripper is back and you can't escapeÂ
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 kidÂ
Don't ask me why I did itÂ
I'm civilized damage to a nobodyÂ
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 BaltimoreÂ
I'm worrying the rich, invading the poorÂ
Perpetrating in your video, here's the real smoothingÂ
Country accents, who do you think you're foolin?
I play "crushable", "late night craps"
You only knew cause ya onto your rapsÂ
And rap city and V.E.T.
The channel 31 and but now here I comeÂ
To save the day and the now you're getting doneÂ
Like a hooker, don't try to soul, crumbÂ
The first sign of the battle you little fakeÂ
It's (???) comin out ya kitchen sinkÂ
Your Mic's a baby bottle sonÂ
Some say they ain't but I am the oneÂ
The slice is that the fire boy it'll break yaÂ
servin or heard em a word occurred to him
then he could move a would get moved onÂ
Like a shotgun blast big mouth emcees I'll bet ya none lastÂ
cause they ain't sable or able
And I bruise the party like jumper cablesÂ
So plug me in and put me onÂ
I'm serial hard so I can battle amoreÂ
from coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary but you still don't phase me
Listen ansd we can sound cheapÂ
Reach out for my blackness but your records ain't wack thisÂ
Your bitin on the castle door but when you fall in the moatÂ
I won't see ya no moreÂ
Let's get together and diss LLÂ
Use his name and ya records might sell
I can't believe you found a dead maggotsÂ
crawlin all over my name I won't have thatÂ
You better look in the mirror and re-think your planÂ
Why walk in quicksand?
When you can stand on your own two feetÂ
I'm rippin emcees a funky drum with a big beatÂ
Name the date and a or RainerÂ
Ya three year old ballerinaÂ
I can't believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older than old townÂ
Just kick back I don't like a ?stagger wagger? psycho rapÂ
You can't handle the formatÂ
Whether you're swab or swoonÂ
Ruff or rugged all I need is a broomÂ
If I slay the way they slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the buffetÂ
Some of y'all are sittin in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balameyÂ
Slap ya with salami cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear bassÂ
But you feel the thunder
You get cooked I'll knock out your toothÂ
We'll be fighting from lobby to the roofÂ
You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime
Yo Marley (Whassup?) spill the timeÂ
(Nah man, just kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jawÂ
When I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the violenceÂ
Ain't no rivals ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin ya into submissionÂ
I'm gettin busier than ever beforeÂ
Never more will I'll slack I'ma keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a pack-jamÂ
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 wedÂ
Give me a tech-nine to sprayÂ
Save the peep and put it on law-awayÂ
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya weep about the murdergram
The big showdown the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso witcha girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot kiss ya wifeÂ
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is rightÂ
And I'll take ya life and take ya like pythonÂ
I'ma do you wrongÂ
Any emcee who you wanna name?
I want pain that I can be tamedÂ
Talkin about guns punk it don't alarm meÂ
Got enough cash to make a whole damn armyÂ
I can't hold back the way that I feelÂ
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin off banana peelsÂ
Ya like fruit cake ya fruit cocktailsÂ
First your title now I'm takin your femaleÂ
All of a sudden you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't sayin jackÂ
The ripper is back and you can't escapeÂ
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 kidÂ
Don't ask me why I did itÂ
I'm civilized damage to a nobodyÂ
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 BaltimoreÂ
I'm worrying the rich, invading the poorÂ
Perpetrating in your video, here's the real smoothingÂ
Country accents, who do you think you're foolin?
I play "crushable", "late night craps"
You only knew cause ya onto your rapsÂ
And rap city and V.E.T.
The channel 31 and but now here I comeÂ
To save the day and the now you're getting doneÂ
Like a hooker, don't try to soul, crumbÂ
The first sign of the battle you little fakeÂ
It's (???) comin out ya kitchen sinkÂ
Your Mic's a baby bottle sonÂ
Some say they ain't but I am the oneÂ
The slice is that the fire boy it'll break yaÂ
servin or heard em a word occurred to him
then he could move a would get moved onÂ
Like a shotgun blast big mouth emcees I'll bet ya none lastÂ
cause they ain't sable or able
And I bruise the party like jumper cablesÂ
So plug me in and put me onÂ
I'm serial hard so I can battle amoreÂ
from coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary but you still don't phase me
Listen ansd we can sound cheapÂ
Reach out for my blackness but your records ain't wack thisÂ
Your bitin on the castle door but when you fall in the moatÂ
I won't see ya no moreÂ
Let's get together and diss LLÂ
Use his name and ya records might sell
I can't believe you found a dead maggotsÂ
crawlin all over my name I won't have thatÂ
You better look in the mirror and re-think your planÂ
Why walk in quicksand?
When you can stand on your own two feetÂ
I'm rippin emcees a funky drum with a big beatÂ
Name the date and a or RainerÂ
Ya three year old ballerinaÂ
I can't believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older than old townÂ
Just kick back I don't like a ?stagger wagger? psycho rapÂ
You can't handle the formatÂ
Whether you're swab or swoonÂ
Ruff or rugged all I need is a broomÂ
If I slay the way they slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the buffetÂ
Some of y'all are sittin in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balameyÂ
Slap ya with salami cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear bassÂ
But you feel the thunder
You get cooked I'll knock out your toothÂ
We'll be fighting from lobby to the roofÂ
You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime
Yo Marley (Whassup?) spill the timeÂ
(Nah man, just kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jawÂ
When I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the violenceÂ
Ain't no rivals ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin ya into submissionÂ
I'm gettin busier than ever beforeÂ
Never more will I'll slack I'ma keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a pack-jamÂ
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 wedÂ
Give me a tech-nine to sprayÂ
Save the peep and put it on law-awayÂ
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya weep about the murdergram