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Ll Cool J

Murdergram

  hip-hop  rap  hip hop  rnb  80s
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Текст песни Ll Cool J - Murdergram

Ll Cool J - Murdergram слова песни

Aiyyo don`t go near the speakers(LL Cool J)The big showdown the display is skillI`m the type of Picasso witcha girl on the pillTake 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`ma do you wrong Any emcee who you wanna 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 blackA 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 tapeI want beef so bring on the rookiesI got more than just Cool J cookiesRip Rock, crush, stop, cop, I`m poison come and take a dropI 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 partyNew York, Chicago, Detroit, LAI`ll slay wherever ya playD.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 V.E.T.The channel 31 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 himthen 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 sable or ableAnd 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 crazyUse a dictionary but you still don`t phase meListen ansd 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 sellI 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-downWhether you`re new or older than old town Just kick back I don`t like a ?stagger wagger? 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 payMr. Morris has entered the buffet Some of y`all are sittin in rowsPlates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balamey Slap ya with salami cause when I get hot I get hot like pastramiThen I make ya wonder why you don`t hear bass But you feel the thunderYou 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 dinnertimeYo Marley (Whassup?) 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 silenceLet KRS-One stop the violence Ain`t no rivals ain`t no competitionPunk, I`m beatin ya into submission I`m gettin busier than ever before Never more will I`ll slack I`ma keep it real rawEat ya up like a pack-jam Video is poppin over a BatmanRippin you to shreds, tappin you on the headThen 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 understandFeel ya weep about the murdergram

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