Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Gets No Rougher, artist - LL COOL J. Album song Walking With A Panther, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1988
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
It Gets No Rougher |
Let me tell you somethin’about an a-b-c style |
The a the b the c the d the e the f the g the h the i the j the k the l the m the n the o the p the q the r the s the t the u the v |
w, x, y, z, it’s bullshit to me |
(LL Cool J) |
Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time |
and move on, you better get another vick to work with — or quit |
Cause I’m on some ol’L shit |
Capable of murder but I never committed |
Takin’no shorts so you better forget it Tracklin’the world on my tone deafen station, taught her |
Supercalifalistic emcee excutioner |
Wicked witch, diggin’your ditch |
givin’ya stitch by stitch, ain’t this a bitch |
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade |
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid |
Louder than a siren, I’m not retirin' |
Despirin', admirin’the way I’m gettin’fly and |
I sees ecleptoes and I resent those |
brothers who slept on, when they shoulda kept on Rollin’with rush it don’t get no rougher |
I stopper, huffer and puffer, a buffer, suffer |
I was holdin’back the man superior, right? |
You wanna take my title, yo, you’ll be aight |
You stand below the plateau I stand on You want my faction to put the man on I Shake’n’Bake and break the laws of gravity |
And if you chew on, you’ll get a cavity |
Cause I’ma giant, and you’re a pee-wee |
And all that LL shit, you can’t see me You’re cheap and weak, incomplete and off-peak |
ER-ERM! |
Cause it gets no rougher |
It gets no rougher |
Yo man, you know how to take the order a-b-c emcee’s youknowhatI’msayin'? |
Yo, cuttin’ain’t no joke, yo L, release the juice on 'em |
(LL Cool J) |
I release the juice smack dab in your face |
Do damage, I’m pickin’up the pace |
My mics’like a torch when I’m walkin’at nighttime |
straight to the dome, it’s like a pipe-line |
High speed, stronger than Thai-Weed |
And before you pick up the mic to get fly |
You need all the dope khaki’s that you can feature |
So I can serve you, you know the procedure |
Listen to the man intellectualize, visualize |
Your whole posse gettin’paralysed |
I don’t wanna hear no alibi’s, don’t apologize |
ER-ERM-ERM, I 'll put the highs’in your EYES! |
The bass in your face, like you ditch the attorney, I’m on the case |
With rhymes that’ll hit ya, get ya and sit ya down |
The competition is booty get the picture now? |
Skip the record, my road, to get me-a-go |
I’m figurin’yo, nigga you know |
I won’t allow, not now, no way, no how |
any form of disrespect, you better bow |
Time gets rough to swamp I do it pump |
in between my jaws adversaries got chomped |
The cordless mic is my only utensil |
Lyrics you be runnin', I break 'em like a pencil |
Cause I’m massive, and you’re a small fry |
You’re all in, a stunt, a fall-guy |
Outta order I smolder blacks to make you SUFFER! |
Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no rougher |
Shut up, the alley cats’got attention to get |
and drop these L dope lyrics on ya, the beat is pumpin', youknowI’msayin'? |
Tell 'em |
(LL Cool J) |
Let me ask you ask a question… |
You could take the game of rap and rule it alone |
Demonstrate many styles on the microphone |
Build an empire like an African King |
I had to show Apu Jack the Ripper could swing |
I’ma rappers nightmare, I crush my opponents |
There’s only one title — I own it Emcee’s flip-flop, I bust out the workshop |
They try to eve’sdrop, goin’to make rock |
Aerodynamically, it’s all automatically |
the way I jiggly full of originality |
Shay-shop 'em and stop 'em like a cheetah and an antelope |
Then I cut 'em like a cantalope — on the table |
they ain’t able, I’m a legend, not a fable, gotta keep it stable |
Crack your back bone, harder than grimstone |
Doin’your justice overseein’like a chaporone |
Huh, on the hip-hop scene, I got shit sewn up like a sewin’machine |
Eat a rapper like a sandwich, leave 'em in a bandit |
Crack the stage and leave the audience damaged |
(Interlude: LL Cool J) |
Yeah, get funky on that cut, get funky on it |
(Yo, L, them lyrics is dope man youknowI’msayin'? |
you better raw sick for years.) this how we do it dogg |
(…Pump that good man, let’s cut us some real, real somethin') |
Yo, bust this |
(LL Cool J) |
I’m kinda like a soldier, see I told ya When I pick up the mic I’ma hold ya captive, a mack-tive, I’ll make sure I’ll track it |
L’ll speak a cell a sneak as your backs’gettin’weaker |
I freak the beat and get shieker |
Rule over King, you’re too over-eager |
You’re tryin’to make a move for |
I’ma prove you’re ridiculious |
I think he was jealous and in the mood for an ass-kickin' |
When you mess with, the man with the plan |
mic in his hand and a fresh skit |
R-O-U-G-H-E-R, ROUGHER! |
So here we are |
Face to face, mic to mic, man to man |
While your battle ship is sinkin’in quicksand |
Strappin’to the bottom like a two-ton anchor |
And break, pull the rope, point blank, I’m a sniper |
Rapper like a pack, step on 'em like a mack |
My DJ Cut-Creator scratch a record like a cat |
E at my side with pride who got a bigger rep |
Shh… smoke the mic like a cigarette |
Every puff is rough I pull, kill a bull |
One toke, your crews’a joke |
I run through rappers like runnin’through rubber holes is Nigga, I’m comin’up roses |
Step back — I got the title — bear-witness to a dope recital |
I’ve killed many men my friend and I’ma do it again and again and again |
Cause it gets no rougher |
(Outro: LL Cool J) |
YouknowI’msayin'? |
I’m rulin’this game |
It don’t get no rougher, peace, LL Cool J |