| Check this
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| I excel, they fell, I said — well, hell
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| L can yell or make em melt like gel
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| I signed the contracts that bills’ll stack
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| Play the wall or fall I stand tall you’re small in fact
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| Step aside, you might get fried
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| By the super technique that the rapper applied
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| As a matter of fact, the impact will distract
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| Your attention away, from the rest who say
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| They can mess with Cool J the best of today
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| You fess cause the rhymes are so funky fresh
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| I’mma attack smack and make em stand back
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| Black strong as Cognac I got the knack
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| To rhyme to the rhythm of this, and give em a gift
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| That’s swift, other rappers are stiff and don’t riff with
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| Mr. Smith, cause that ain’t safe
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| I get you wide open like an uncut eighth
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| I write to fight, don’t bite, to reach heights
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| The mic makes right, give me the spotlight
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| So I can prove the pen is mightier than the sword
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| LL hard as hell, the lyrical lord
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| The counterfeit misfits that rap had to admit that
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| My rhymes are so dangerous, I need a permit to rap
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| Solo, on the microphone
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| MC’s -- don’t let me catch you alone
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| I’m nitro!
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| Yo, I got the kick of a kettle drum, guaranteed to overcome
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| You’re just a minimum, messin with the maximum
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| And when I swung my tongue among the high strung
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| Young MC’s, they all got done by the legend
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| Every second I’m wreckin
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| Not a mistake you’ll find, but you can keep checkin
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| Out the sound you’ll find that it’s genuine
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| Bet that you’ll rewind this a thousand times
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| You can taste the bass like it’s filet-of-sole
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| I leave the microphone full of bullet holes
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| I drop the bomb like I’m in 'Nam and go beyond
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| The normal boundaries of too much harm
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| To MC’s, but as they say please I freeze
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| Rhymes like these kill like a disease
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| Tried to fill my shoes, and caught the blues
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| Because they get bruised by the rhymes I choose
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| I kill rappers at random, I don’t understand em
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| The ones I didn’t get, are on a memorandum
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| Lines I recite are spontaneous
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| The nursery rhymes you write, are miscellaneous
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| So pass the crown, bow down and give in
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| I’m the Prince of Rap, that’s how we livin
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| Settin milestones on the microphone
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| Empires are overthrown, and I ain’t even baritone
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| No joke I spoke then God stroke
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| As Job tried to sweat the style and got soaked
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| Conquered and killed on the microphone
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| MC’s -- don’t let me catch you alone
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| LL’s nitro!
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| Nitro!
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| Yo, flammable -- like gasoline
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| Threatening -- like a guillotine
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| It’s like a bad dream when you battle my team
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| I go to every extreme to make MC’s scream
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| I’m clever, I last forever, we can do whatever
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| With whoever, whenever, I never
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| Ever got rocked, stopped or dropped
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| They got popped, by the hip-hop rock that I concoct
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| I’m so nice yo, flowin with the maestro
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| Murderin and hurtin MC’s because I’m nitro
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| The earthquakes’ll kill snakes and fakes
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| You can’t flake, you made a mistake, give me a break, thanks
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| Now that we’re straight and that’s clear
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| Watch all the big mouths — dissapear
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| Disintergrate, deteriorate, fall
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| I demonstrate, and devastate you all
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| There’s no doubt about the fact I turn it out, the wack
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| Be on the lookout, LL made a comeback
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| Full of power, I’mma devour
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| I stand tall as a tower, I won’t allow a
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| MC to C-O-M-E, C-L-O-S-E
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| Play me long D-I-S-T-A-N-C-E, M-C's
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| On the microphone, I’m nitro!
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| Nitro!
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| Yo (funky)
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| I daze amaze faze blaze and beat em down
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| Nowadays they crave and praise, the funky sound I pound
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| Rhymes I write em in, recite em and then slide em in
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| Order to slaughter comp and stomp soon as I begin
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| Total domination, across the nation
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| Devestation, cut sensation, it’s the invasion
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| Of L the Terrible, devastating rhymin wiz
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| I cut through through do and chew, you know what time it is
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| Slick, I kill for kicks, vic you quick
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| Hard as bricks, rock ya sick over the mix
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| The L, L, C, O, O -- L J Period now you know bro!
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| N-I-T-R-O yo, go for what you know
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| Unless you’re dumb cause yo, I’m nitro-glycerin
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| Listenin and takin notes
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| Icin enticin and slicin throats |