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