Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dangerous, artist - Lee Aaron. Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Song language: English
Dangerous |
| His realm is a new horizon of cuts |
| They expand from his hand as he conducts |
| Aim a lot of cool projects not photography |
| Cut-Creator, Philly-Phil's biography |
| (LL Cool J) |
| The lyrical virtual also makes his return |
| All adversaries should be concerned |
| LL Cool J is back again |
| Let me allow to introduce you to my friend Cut-Creator |
| (LL Cool J) |
| He circumcises DJ’s while he’s on the airwaves |
| Till the missions’complete, you’re a musical slave |
| English revision he endour any collision |
| Like a searcher with a scapal, he’ll make the head decision |
| As for me I’ll annihilate, eggs, I’ll let’s 'em communicate |
| you from rappin’and my lyrics are the best |
| Slow down the rap but not the subject matter |
| All you sucker DJ’s will scatter |
| Cut-Crea-tor will employ techniques that will absorb toy boy |
| The real helper of cuts, Cut-Creator is his name |
| The boys’so nice, my boat is your strain |
| You could re-arrange but you don’t have the brains |
| to arrange scratch-padders for the audio change |
| Not trippin’ah, my tree, for the mental geometry |
| Just Cool J, that’s me, I’m dangerous |
| (*I Need A Beat — cut and scratched*) |
| (LL Cool J) |
| Yeah I made it, don’t look astonished |
| I had to remind you of what I’ve acomplished |
| My scenario, four-door stereo |
| Up-bein'beat, zero is the ratio |
| Cut-Creator, LL Cool J Say: Ole, to what we just played |
| Rappers who don’t evade instead we invade |
| and all competitors will be slayed |
| Any comment is a compliment |
| No groups’talent can be the equivalent |
| of mine and his combined |
| Total harmony between the cuts and the rhyme |
| So why listen the greats by the deaf of the bass |
| Takin’out every sucker, DJin’the place |
| A performance underated, it’s not narrated |
| So Cut-Creators social statics can’t be alleviated |
| He’s dangerous |
| (LL Cool J) |
| Demolishin’DJ’s in under a second |
| I called an old phrase from my last record |
| The beat alleviates, the scratch excells |
| Except I came hear to raise some hell |
| Searchin’up sykes and cuts like the blade |
| He the scuser dry-smudge and make Coolay |
| I drink at steady, the record turns many |
| Instead of a needle, he uses a machette |
| He scuffs the bars a-get you involved as the record revolves |
| DJ’s dissolve, usually, physically, mentally |
| he’s an innovator, greator, Cut-Creator is on the cross-fader |
| Sometime I gotta check what I invest |
| All Farmers Boulevard is where I rest |
| I’m numero uno, amigo with an ego |
| Such palms kill a France, say: En Italiano |
| The mouth protects and I’ll inject into your ears |
| a new concept cuts soon in silence to be unfair |
| to the Cool J phenomena, all must hail |
| I’m dangerous |
| (*LL Cool J freestyle*) |