Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Rhyme Ain't Done, artist - LL COOL J. Album song Bigger And Deffer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.07.1987
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM
Song language: English
My Rhyme Ain't Done |
The President woke and he called the Pope |
The Pope climbed to heaven on a golden rope |
P. S. the Lord raised Michaelangelo from the dead |
So he can make a fresh painting of my head |
Then I hung out with a king and a queen |
And the queen put me down with her polo team |
The way I scored points all around the clock |
I had her daughter, the princess ridin my jock |
I knocked the freak off like a crazy retard |
Then I took a little trip into a deck of cards |
The diamond jack joker and the ace of spades |
Was amazed at greater Cut Creator on the fade |
Then I played cards with the queen of clubs |
The queen of hearts with me cold fell in love |
As for the queen of diamonds, she don’t like men |
Because you know that a diamond is a girl’s best friend |
The double-trouble spade was named the deuce |
And the joker acted stupid, so we gave him the news |
There was 52 cards, and I met everyone |
That story is over, but my rhyme ain’t done |
Then I took a trip to the center of the earth |
I was kinda scared, so E-Love went first |
I met these funny little people, they called em skeezers |
So I held on to my wallet like Ebeneezer |
Tight leather pants that’ll make you grunt |
Two nice soft things right up front |
The center of the earth ain’t got no crime |
Just people bodyrockin to the L.L. rhyme |
If you’re kinda confused to what a skeezer is It’s just a girl who’s on my jock cause I’m in showbiz |
There was a whole lotta skeezers, I dogged everyone |
That story is over, but my rhyme ain’t done |
Woke up late one afternoon |
Realized I was in the world of cartoons |
He-Man told me he’d beat me up Because he thought that I looked like Donald Duck |
Then I hung out with Spiderman |
He told me he was gonna start a comic strip band |
The Incredible Hulk was gonna play the drums |
Charlie Brown grabbed the guitar and started to strum |
Snoopy tried to rock on the microphone |
But Tom &Jerry both said he should leave it alone |
Then I hung out with Mickey Mouse |
He had two freaks, so we went to his house |
Mickey’s freak was ugly, but mine was def |
So I knocked it off until there wasn’t none left |
They were cartoon characters, I met everyone |
That story is over, but my rhyme ain’t done |
Since I’m a good friend of father time |
I’m not gettin older as I say this rhyme |
I was warmin the stove at the Alamo |
Before Booth shot Lincoln I stole the show |
I was down with George at the Delaware |
But I wore a Kangol, not the fake white hair |
Me and E-Love met Sitting Bull |
We made a peace pipe, then we took a pull |
Then he brought more leaves from a golden chest |
You thought it was tabacco — the shit was cess |
There was a lotta great men, and I met everyone |
That story is over, but my rhyme ain’t done |
11:33, I swear it’s no sooner |
I went inside my TV, I met _The Honeymooners_ |
Ralph wanted me to bust a couple of rhymes |
But I had my eyes on Alice’s behind |
Norton came down right about that time |
Lookin in the frigde, so he could swine and dine |
Then I said to myself, I should give em a taste |
So I pulled the microphone out my black briefcase |
Said, it ain’t Bob Hope or Barry Manilow |
Then I borrowed Norton’s hat, cause I forgot my Kangol |
Ralph said, I got a scheme, let me get to it Norton, my pal, I said, Yo, don’t even do it They were all Honeymooners, and I met everyone |
That story is over, but my rhyme ain’t done |
Cause my tongue cuts sharp, I hit a note like a harp |
Or a harmonica, Veronica, I do my part |
In a bedroom with leg room I’m strong like a monsoon |
Chilled in Maui-Waui and I carry a harpoon |
Stopped at the isle that’s Mali, cause we got ill |
Wrote my name on a rock at the top of the hill |
I searched for other ways, made love in caves |
And I kicked the ill beats that make the natives raise |
Now I’m gonna tell you what all this means |
>From Farmers Boulevard in St. Albans, Queens |
There’s a lyrical technician who came to play |
Number one b-boy L.L. COOL J All of this is just a story that I made up Def lines I say on time with Cut Creator’s cuts |
Some of it’s fiction, and some of it’s fact |
Not another common rap with a heavy drum track |
A whole lotta rhymes, and I wrote everyone |
That story is over, and my rhyme IS DONE |
HUH! |