| The momentum of this party can only increase
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| The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
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| You’ll wanna kick steps to the musical feast
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| And witness the force I’m about to release
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| You’ll rock!
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| I’m a professional producer of hip-hop songs
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| In case you’re unaware my beats are always strong
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| I’ll exterminate your crew if I don’t like you
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| With one rhyme I subdue my adversaries are through
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| I’m the best, fascinatin' my names' Cool J
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| I’m the royalty of rap, what else can I say
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| Experience, rhymin' skill, plus my voice is on wax
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| Funky fresh party rocker, so let’s face facts
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| I’ll dust a rapper off if I require practice
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| Vocal cords so rough that I can eat cactus
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| Choreographer of rhymes, best of all times
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| Composition technican with a b-boy's mind
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| Terrorizin MCs, destructions' in my path
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| Make your girlfriend ask me for my autograph
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| I’m the mic dominater, best of all times
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| And you ain’t heard nothin' till you heard J rhyme
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| You’ll rock!
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| Now I’m a tell you the name behind the scratchin' sound
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| He’s Cut Creator, Philly-Phil, he has the DJ crown
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| Me and him are imitatin' but never underated
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| My rhymes and his cuts have been consolidated
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| My mission ain’t complete without the use of his hands
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| He makes my rhymes sound fresher, my beat expand
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| So I’d like you to meet him, but don’t attempt to beat him
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| A five man crew, me and him’ll defeat 'em
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| He’ll scratch… and wipe out all foes
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| Turntable terrorizer and I think you should know
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| That we’re — high calibered and my names' J
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| And for all you sucker crews it’s Judgment Day
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| During this encounter, I’m your rhyme sayer
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| I hate to say it girls, but yes, I’m a player
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| Material royal, dominating all
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| Light-brown with dimples and I’m six feet tall
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| And promoter of recordings that I call my own
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| And I’ll love to take one of you ladies home
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| I’ll complete and clear, infiltratin' your ears
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| My litera-ture is above Shakespeare
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| MC assassinator, and I just won’t stop
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| I’m the author and the designer of the jam you’ll rock
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| I’m a lyrical flame on the heels of fame
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| And the world will be glad that Cool J came
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| You’ll rock!
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| Now I’m a dedicate this rhyme to my favorite street
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| You think about it every time that you hear this beat
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| Any other jam you hear just dis-regard
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| This is the National Anthem of the Boulevard
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| See I’m loyal to the Boule cause it taught me the deal
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| Certainly the place to be and that’s how I feel
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| Farmers Boulevard, E-Love and me Cool J
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| In the center of it all is the Q-3-A
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| 42nd will surrender, Delancey’s in fear
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| Queens Boulevard is soft, they don’t come around here
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| With gazelles on my face, I will hold my space
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| Entertain, stimulate, and conduct the bass
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| You’ll rock!
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| Now I’ma kick it for the beat, check complete my mission
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| Subtractin' emcee’s like a mathematician
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| Chairman of the board at the rappin' commission
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| Soul inventor of this composition
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| I disintegrate rappers I can and I could
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| The great Edgar Allen Poe couldn’t write this good
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| I’m the warlord of rap with my own army
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| Japans' whole military couldn’t disarm me
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| Super bad, cold crush, number one b-boy
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| Like a paintin' from Picasso, I’m the real McCoy
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| Crown Prince of rappin', godfather of beats
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| MC’s that I meet, I mutilate and defeat
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| You’ll rock!
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| YouknowI’msayin'? |
| Break!
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| YouknowI’msayin'? |
| Break! |
| Break! |
| Break two! |