"All We Got Left Is The Beat"

   
[Intro]
Ey, ey, check it out homie
man, you need to get up out of this spot man
and get a job man before you get smoked man
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah son...)
I know you don't wanna hear it man
but, ey, man, wait, hold up loc. you got company man
(where's my guns?)

[Gunshot]

[LL Cool J]
When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots [rare shots]
(swear) crack niggas cause they moms missed flips
So black man really care about politics
In the ninety's, our governments so slick
I watch CNN sometimes and I realize
they're playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to work with his hands
Too young to die, and they don't give a damn
Rare-momma got down on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese
I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove
you might cry to my political groove
Rest in peace, Sauce Brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beats' like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city streets
The only thing we got left is the beat

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

[LL Cool J]
Who brings guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that they come around the way
Gain the points until the whole race traps
And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops
The projects are hell, wait a, minute
There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator
Say the clubs, I can't get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed
I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs
You ever seen a man-shelter?
Check out the bombs!!!
Brother of pain, their whole lives are over
They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober
And all the ladies got bags of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows
The streets are like a nightmare
While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

[LL Cool J]
Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire black linen
Your rippers' man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob
The black women don't understand
Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man
In the mornin', a brother feels like a jerk
Seein' black women and white men go to work
So all women fear, the brothers ain't real
Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my hand while I get it all together
They don't deserve me at times of bad weather
Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls
And there's another way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do what I do
I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

[LL Cool J]
Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' - I'm standin' on the corner
And you can get robbed if you wanna
Paybacks a mother on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
Brothers ride by real slow
You get leary when they got tinted windows
Sittin' on the steps with a blunt
I'm drinkin' Valentine, I wasn't raised up front
My Aunt Ellie always talked about God
Tell me you never cried cause its so hard
Government got a hell of a plan
But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

"No Frontin' Allowed (NFA)"

   
Mad madness
trashy
brother from way back.
We're blowin mics since the days of 8-track.
Certified
bonified
pull out the weapon.
Rusted.
Your ho's gets busted.
Run your jules!
Shootin up ya damn fools.
Leavin' your loser lazy lyricist
in bloody pools.
Went away
came back
your still wack.
Now your slobbin Marly's mob
for a dope track.
Comin off like a bra
and its the witness.
No click-click
a fru (?) business
Don't care about no money
got props in it.
Flippin scripts
with every letter in the alphabet.
Wanna jump. JUMP!
And jingle your rump. RUMP!
Here to pump punks
with real hot lead chunks.
Full-grown
I ain't no baby with these rhymes kid.
Put the mic down
my peoples know where ya live.
I chop you little brittle riddle
right up the middle
and have the police playin the fiddle
in the hospital.
Somebody said, "He couldn't rip with the roughness."
Rhymes kick your teeth
but end up frontless.
Soul survivor of a thousand beats
sendin funeral wreathes
to all ya use-to-be chiefs.
Is a raw
to a bearlin in the woods (?).
Brothers tapes ain't jack
their best tracks is wack.
I heard you think you got a chance to win
but my glock is stopped off
to murder the top ten.
Rough and rugged and raw
I'm like a callous.
The underground can say
"ain't no Fra-zontin in my palace."

Well can I be the flavor of the month?
I got the flavor
plus I can bump a chump.
I got the funk
straight from my underground hide-out.
I freak it in the house
and let the hits just
ooz out.
Bust on the scene
to let ya know I wasn't frontin.
Got ya screamin for my album
so I had to do somethin.
Write tonight
to take a bit
not a bite.
And watch the (?)
freak you with
all my might.
Like "Here I am to save the day!"
I stop the tracks
with the mic
so I say "To chay"
and "On Gaurd"
when I'm swingin for your brow.
Cause in the house of hits
ain't no frontin allowed.

Just when you thought
that it was safe
to try and chop me.
Run for ya life
now here somes Mr. Funky
and I'm pissed.
So watch how many heads
I'll be the takeout
boy ya better look out
I work ya like a cook-out.
So get the flavor
the original Mr. Funky
(?)
and you watch me do my thing.
Because I hit ya with the funk
of the fly-talker
and make your girl
"Bump-bump! Get it, Get it!"
like Luke Skywalker.
I can't front
I love rappin with a passion.
Crash your head front
into the funk
you think I'm slam dancin.
See when you front
you make mad
the alter weight (?).
Freak this:
"funky twin powers activate!"
Sheik on the mic
with the cape and muscles.
Crushin MC's
while their girls do the hustle.
See other rappers
try to dis the lords
but yo, your dead wrong.
Damnit, can't we all just get along?
We'll see
there simply ain't no frontin allowed.
Yo, I'm out
like the Cosby show
peace to the Funky Child.

Punchin your god-damn eyebrows off
roughin it up north
lookin' like your laugh off (?).
It's a blash smash
and crash from my stash.
Be watchin your back kid.
Your girl and the phat path.
Talkin bout your macks and tax.
What's with that?
Your gettin wet like
sloooow sex.
Rippin on that old school kid.
Leavin sliced as a slit
says I wet your crib.
No question.
Testin the west
and the east and
once the ammo was released and
I'll make your girl come and getcha.
Hope you get the picture.
Boy your better off
if a pit bit ya!
What's its like
in the illest fight.
Believe the hype.
I'm givin crowds more nose jobs than Mike.
Fight sight alright
they bite
spot light tonight
is hype
trigger happy tripe
don't hit bite
my owner's right.
And ya know it's comin off
so don't ask it.
Snatchin the vocal
and hotties on the rap tip.
Mackin ya boys up.
Bringin the noise up.
And now ya need stitches
because my voice cuts.
Chainsaw
gain more
and riegn raw.
And never let a brother play it
is my main law.

"Back Seat"

   
ah yeah
I wanna send this one out to all the jeep lovers worldwide
city to city, ghetto to ghetto
some flavor for you and yours
and your jeep

you're the type of girl that got class and style
still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a while
so I pull up to your door to give you what you're looking for
unh, hardcore
I know you wanna come...in my jeep
we can park on a back street
you're checkin' out my carphone, scopin' out my jewelry
let's do this in a hurry
air freshener is kickin', drive through for chicken
I know you need a good stickin'
that's when I see my man Snoop
peace, what up kid? loungin' duke
as I turn the corner, starin' in your cornier
you're gettin' hornier and hornier
I'm pumpin' up a blint tape (flavor)
you're legs is incredible, I do a double take
you're puttin' on your lipstick
I wanna give you this big fat...(yeeeaaa)
quick, I know a place where we can lounge and cool, don't sleep
(where at?) back seat of my jeep

[Chorus]
back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep'

I'm pullin' over near your building
I light a candle on the dashboard, we're chillin'
I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this
you got class but deep down you're real freakish
you got it all, but you never had a wild episode
that's when me and my jeep showed
up with the funk in the trunk and
hittin' it, we're spunkin'
I'll even get you drunk and tipsy
'cause I know you're feelin' frisky
you love it 'cause it's wild and risky
you got your eyes on the hood
you're up to no good
I took you in the back, you hoped I would
you got your black on black so stacked in the back
while I'm pumpin' in the CD I'll skip a track
windows are foggy
and, uh, back seat treats in the streets could be a hobby
and you ain't in between the Isley Brothers' sheets
I give it to you real raw in the backseat
that's how you want it, don't ya? (yeah)
you'll tell your girlfriends, won't ya? (nah)
don't lie
take it in your eye (why?)
so buckle up, buckle up
what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? huh
I never knew a four wheel drive could be so live
I'll put your numbers in the archives
so take 'em off, and put them things on the mirror girl
it's my jeep and your world
you got it going on lovely, time to do the right thing
'cause I can tell you wanna swing

[Chorus]

we're bonin' on the dark blocks
wearin' out the shocks, wettin' up the dashboard clock
seats full of sweat, I told ya I would hit it
your kitty, kitty, cat, cat, was hungry so I fed it
workin' as a team
somebody, anybody [scream]
jump with me to the cash bar
I'll be like Bruce Lee in them skins goin' "waahhh"
damn, it's so good, the mad grip on my tip
you're still a nice girl but my jeep makes ya flip
you go wild and stick your toes on the roof (yeah yeah)
you're so cute, wit' your gold tooth
exstentions on the carpet
that nice round brown is my target
it's so firm, so cushy, it makes me feel mushy
I love it when it's pushy
but don't laugh, I'm serious with this (word up)
the back seat of my jeep, is priceless
you're climaxin', you're climaxin', it's full action
you love a good waxin', it's so relaxin'

unh, give me a hug
see what I'm sayin' love?

[Chorus]

"Soul Survivor"

   
[Intro]
Come on, yo come on (survivor, survivor)
Come on, come on, come on, come on (survivor, survivor)
Come on, come on (soul survivor)
Come on, come on, come on, come on

[LL Cool J]
They said I wasn't rough, too much dough, he got an old flow
Everytime you open your mouth you feel your elbow
I'll catch a felony on top of a melody
brought a family, and dough woulda been so happily
I'll beat the Laker off of a clown and chop him down to size
Sick of all these wanna-be bad guys
Made loot, many g's, bought a crib where I live
told my kids - "yo, damn, that I'm a fugitive"
Runnin' from the streets and our beats - the sad sheets, uh
A sunny beach, video hoes within reach
Farmers Boulevard - liberty and forty is gone
And E ain't put nobody on
When I came back to smack and give 'em a welt
like belts makin' them strip and all of that
Punks better run for they guns
I'm not the one and can't nobody rule until L's done

[Chorus]
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)

[LL Cool J]
I worked the Murphy on the mix
What's wrong with these stupid lunatics playin' "Joint" for a drag-bit?
I'm harder than-?find in a jar?
People wasn't rippin' these records, all of y'all would get robbed
I'm comin' straight out the barrel with your name on my arm
blowin' the hoody of your head like a home-made bomb (BOOM!!)
I'm big and so you figured I would relax (nah!)
Don't ever sleep I'll wake ya up with an axe
The Boulevard ain't safe for my beats - drop the herb
Twenty times harder without a curse
Makin' rats flee, hardcore - and that's me!!
The baddest soloist in hip-hop history
L-L-C-to-the-O-to-the-O-L-J, so what'cha wanna know?
Throw ya in the MVP on your knees G
A crowbar in your mouth - now ask me...

[Chorus]
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
Take it to the bridge

Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic?

[LL Cool J]
My territory's hard, I'm rollin' with one railguard
The microphone is my credit card
Blowin' your boots off, freeload - you're too soft
Usin' a butcher's knife to make your whole root call
I heard somebody said the skills wasn't good
I'm lettin' eighty tigers loose in this neighborhood (RAH!!)
I pop the willies on my bike, lickin' shots
and laughin' everytime you sneak a weak paragraph in
You blowin' your mind, blunted and cocoa and time
ain't nuttin' changed, you wrote another wack rhyme
I'll leave your bullet-bittled body on the curb
lookin' slerve with a t-shirt - DON'T DISTURB THE HERB!!!
You're the next contestant tonight
Come on down to my shake clown - the slice is right
Rip your jaw out the socket, been rockin' for years
tell the troop, you're still look with E and drop it!
AS I DEAF-TIFY YOUR EYE, COMPETITION TRIES TO MASS MY SIZE!!
Buryin' the acts and your back will be rhymes and tracks
while you're sleepin' like a "sleaze-stack" - BELIEVE THAT!!

[Chorus]
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
come on, come on, come on, come on (soul survivor), come on

[Chorus]
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)

"Ain't No Stoppin' This"

   
[Laughter]

[LL Cool J]
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J, uh)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Hit it)

[LL Cool J]
Newcomers, step on back and if you hid last summer
catch a heart-attack, cause I'm back
I'm bad, you write rhymes made are blad
I'm mad cause they said I wasn't bad
No recognition cause they said I'm from the ghetto
Carryin' nine millimeters and stiletto's
I guess I need a TV show to get mine
But I don't feel like kissin' no director's behind
That's too soft for L
I'ma write a rhyme-fighter inside of the rebel "Yell"
Hour jack loops and dancer troops
Watch out for the gangsta-machine-gun-loose

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
No way, huh, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this

[LL Cool J]
Last year pop rappers got awards
And don't know a damn thing about a block party mic-cord
They see LL, they know the brothers' real
But the flies can tell you exactly how they feel
When I come in the door it's like I'm made of dynamite
I gotta blow up more and more
Shakin' the rafters from here on after
Puttin' an end to all the laughter
There ain't no way they can win
with the band all in, plus the turntable spin
Strip-searchin' competition, you can call 'em competition
but there ain't no competition cause I'm on a mission
I'ma rip this game, I want the soul train families and anybody with a name
Superstars step aside this year
And all you other little crumbs that wanna try and come near
I'm sick and tired of political setbacks
Too much red tape-the-box, so forget that

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Ain't no stoppin' this
Ain't no stoppin' this
Ain't no stoppin' this
I'm comin', huh, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nuh-uh, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, don't stop

[LL Cool J]
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J, hah)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J, uh)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J, uh)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J, yeah)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J, uh)
Party people are you with me? (Cool J)

[LL Cool J]
I started in the basement of my grandmother's house
My rap got gashed, your whole body's' gettin' doubts
Burnt to a crisp, lead from the mist
Third degree and Gods' my only witness
When I shocked the world, hold the prince hostage
for the diamonds and pearls
Maker-Mike will remember the time
tellin' Madonna black love ain't a crime
I'm like a shogun, I ain't scared of no-one
Born and raised in New York, that's where I come from

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Uh, come on, hah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this

(Yeah, uh, hah, yeah)

[LL Cool J]
I rip downtown, uptown
I love the way the bass sound, when I'm underground
Boulevard to boulevard, avenue to avenue, I'll be havin' you
Playin' a scene to a song so mean that'll get
your whole car rockin' like a war machine
Neighbors downstairs call current-affairs
Cause the party got ripped and yours truly was there

[Chorus/Outro: LL Cool J]
Ain't no stoppin' this
1984, ain't no stoppin' this
1985, ain't no stoppin' this
1986, ain't no stoppin' this
1987, ain't no stoppin' this
1988, ain't no stoppin' this
1989, ain't no stoppin' this
1990, ain't no stoppin' this
91, ain't no stoppin' this
92, what to do?

1993 and all that, infinity, power of God rules

"Diggy Down"

   
[Chorus]
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

[LL Cool J]
Diggedy down, down just look around, my world is goin' down
Disease is spreadin' everywhere, I can-cannot be found
This, the season for murder - isn't no reason
to hurt another brother but temptation is so pleasin'
And every alley-way, they're gettin' high
On playgrounds they're sellin' crack and every day another baby dies
Pistol whippin', kidnappin', anything can happen
Diggedy down, diggedy down with Old Trafford

[Chorus]
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

[LL Cool J]
Young people, with no education, politicians, deny and segregation
Young infants, deserted and abandoned
Step parents, lack in understandin'
Homelessness, all across the land, war, man against man
Treachery and evil fillin' our communities
and all these hypocrites, aiyyo, they're stealin' from our charities

[Chorus]
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up
People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up (we gotta rise)
People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up
People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up (we gotta rise)
People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up
People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up (we gotta rise)
People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up
People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up

[Chorus]
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

[LL Cool J]
Diggedy down, down just look around, my world is goin' down
Disease is spreadin' everywhere, I can-cannot be found
This, the season for murder - isn't no reason
to hurt another brother but temptation is so pleasin'
And every alley-way, they're gettin' high
On playgrounds they're sellin' crack and every day another baby dies
Pistol whippin', kidnappin', anything can happen
Diggedy down, diggedy down with Old Trafford

[Chorus]
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

[LL Cool J]
Many poisonous chemicals and (uh) boom!
Many devilish goals are up (uh) soon!
No love where loves' ya dwell in
Mother-earth transformed into hell an'
Ice, murders, conspiracy and (uh) schemes!
Young boys will reveal their, dreams!
Handguns in the hands of the young
and diss all this paranoia, yo, there's much slugs for everyone

[Chorus]
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow)
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

We need to rise (rise), as if we live with our eyes (eyes)
Stay away from the hate (hate), before it's too late (before it's too late)
We go ah...

[Chorus]
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

We gotta rise...

"Crossroads"

   
The wind is howlin
the rain pours down
eyes are blood-shot
heartbeat pounds.
Lights go out
the whole world's in darkness
the ground is tremblin'
dogs are barkless.
In the sky there appears a great light
burnin' all the flesh off the creatures of the night.
AAAHHHH! Cryin' in a childless (?) tone
terrified of dyin' a painful death alone.
Don't smile
lest a innocent (?) chile
The power of god is gonna get to be your tal (?).
Throw like a hit from the best
take it in a slump
ha ha
feel it in your chest.
Conquerin the world with the words
leadin the children like herds.
I can feel it buildin
I'm about to explode
I'm walkin on the crossroad

[REFRAIN (x2)]
People livin in a shack - at the crossroads
Little kids sellin crack - at the crossroads
(?) stab you in the back - at the crossroads
Everybodies gettin jacked at the crossroads

Violins and trumpets play
25 thousand people in a golden sleigh
on there way to the promise land.
Deliverance
but yet some don't understand.
Rough on a late night thrill
after midnight
kill or be killed.
Soldiers, warriors
(?) at each other
on the combat zone.
Supreme power on the throne.
Lighting strikes in every home.
Terrified men run down the street.
So many dead bodies
it's hard to eat.
Come, we gotta rise
above the wall.
To see what no man has seen before.
Blindin' light
that got you through the night.
God is on your side
to got in a fight.

[REFRAIN]

Homicide
suicide
death.
BOOM!
Ain't nobody left.
Ohhhh! It's startin to take affect.
Your on your knees
you scared to death.
Tornados with a thousand people spinnin.
One fight at the cross
and now god is winin.
The whole Earth cracks in half.
The sea turns red from the blood bath.
Abandoned buildings burned
and two remain (?).
Terrified
you feel the fire blaze.
The ground can't hold your weight.
You reach out to grab the pearly gates.
Who clocked this f***
not from space.
Never again
will you see the human race.
19 angels leadin the devil straight to hell!
Torment!
Pain!
What you're seein here
you can't explain.
All your life
some men
we played the game.
Never realize that there's a flame.

[REFRAIN]

"Make It Hot"

   
[Intro:]

Aha , y'nahmean?
Word up, just wanna bring em to it real
Real rugged like, uhh, man
Make me feel like I'm method out and all that, y'nahmean?
Go diggin, uhh check it

I bring the butter, huh
Make you wanna creep up on one another, huh
I'm mad sharp like a box cutter, huh
I got the fam rollin like brothers, huh
We in the mecca, Moey, rollie glistenin
Rainin on niggas so bad they think it's drizzlin
Ground zero funk track it's mega
Doin wild damage to your arm, legga legga
Who's that? The bawla, the player, the mister with the techniques
pumpin blends, creepin up the backstreets
Throw your rocks up high and let em gleam
It's the Uncle what? Uncle L makes a wild scene
And I be blowin all the rookies out the frame
and they be knowin Uncle's flowin in the game
Queens to uptown I'm gettin down for my crown
When you see me comin thru just gimme a pound
And say....

Yeah
I'm bout to wet it up, get it up
Take a track, drape it in jewels and set it up
I'm so nasty with mines, I warm it up like raw liquor
Dime pieces throw it at me like a free picker
I'm open, I let the funk soak in
I taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start chokin
Yeah son I'm all up in ya mix
Ya callin in your clique, I'm bawlin wit'cha trick
Golden rocks fallin off my neck and wrists
When I breeze by, you be groovin in the midst
of my cycle, every move I make is vital
Crucial, official, brothers sayin "L we miss you"
Much love to all the shooby doobies and cliques
While you're bawlin in the coupe you know I had to get the six
Get your swerve on boo, chill wit me
Get me, I want the CREAM, baby hit me

Now take it to the bridge

[Bridge:]

(Keep it comin baby)
(Keep it comin baby)
(Keep it comin baby)
(Keep it comin baby) Keep on
[repeat x3]

Somebody tell me the way I keep comin up
Funk runnin up and mad spots is blowin up
It gets hot when I manifest melodies
Beatin niggas all in their heads, so what you tellin me?
Get your drink on, throw you mink on
Let your head nod, stick it out, that's what I'm talkin bout
I got ya deep deep down inside my mixture
Swervin curbs, servin as I fixed ya
Formulated and combinated, the people congregated
You frontin for nothin, your crew is overrated
And I'ma take it on down to the AM
Keep the drama flowin til the party cave in
Uhh, I get you open, baby come and get a fix
Yo, that's word to mother I be droppin mad shit
Let's organise, bounce together for real son
Trick a little though, sip a little Moe, peace one

[Outro:]

(Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby
(Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby
(Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby
(Keep it comin baby) Keep on
[repeat x4]

"Hip Hop"

   
[Intro:]

Word up! Y'knowhutI'msayin?
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
NahI'msayin? Heh, word up!
Uhh, kid told me "Yo, the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nahmean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energised
I wanna dedicate this one to the game that put me on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?

I know you love it, the game is so irresistable to touch
You should see me when fienin for microphones that I can clutch
Droppin bombs, combinin the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation was laid when the Furious played
Grandmaster Flash slayed the competition that was wishin
they could serve the technician with the number one position
Uhh, the real deal, Fearless Four scored
Bambataa was hotter, Spoony was givin em nutta
An' I was all up in my headzone, melody and all
Cosign and The Movement sayin "Yes, yes y'all"
It's just the love affair that never ended
I recommended that I take microphones and blow em up, ain't that splendid
This one goes out to all the hip-hop do-or-diers
A song is dedicated to the music I admire

[Chorus:]

Whenever and ever
We want you, I need you (I need hip-hop)
Whenever and ever
We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip-hop)

Kane's era was terror, he warmed it up
Parrish and Erick cat lyrics that'll make ya turn it up
And I was in the cut, chillin in my drop-top Benz
with friends, loungin with my mens, laughin 'bout all the ends
that I spends, making snaps, pumping Kool G Rap and Biz
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about to show what time it is
At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh and Slick Rick
'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit
I mean I saw this hip-hop thing on every level
Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the rebel
I can reminisce the black fist, Uzi, Terminators
Terror doom techniques that terrorise the lighter shade
It's all about the game that we play everyday
Eric B & Rakim flow to such a diff'rent way
I'm lovin hip-hop cos it help brothers escape
Let's celebrate our music people before it's too late

[Chorus]

Survival Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz
Lickin shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here
I wanna tell the world they just don't understand
My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Clan
Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat
My people are you with me where you at?...ya peep that?
I'm on a mission to rejuvenate the funk
Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want
When you hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet of battleships floatin in diff'rent categories
My love affair with hip-hop'll never fade away
Sincerely yours, LL Cool J

[Chorus to fade]

[Outro: (over chorus)]

Yeah, ain't no doubt about it kid, knowI'msayin?
Hip-hop's the game, helped a lot of brothers escape
Take it to another level, knowI'msayin?
It's our music, we own this music, knowhutI'msayin?
Word life! I wanna give a couple of shoutouts here, knowhutI'msayin?
First of all, I wanna thank my man Baby Chris, y'nahmean?
Helped me put this Mr. Smith...Mr.Smith album together
make it hot, knowI'msayin?
Thank the Trackmasters-?Pope Tone?, Steve Stout
we definitely turning this joint out, y'nahmean
Word bond! Hip-hop for life, kid!
Yeah!

"Hey Lover"
(feat. Boyz II Men)

   
I've been watchin' you from afar,
for as long as I can remmeber
You are all a real man can need
and ever ask for
this is love
this is more than a crush

It was all ....(up at Rutgers)
I saw with your man
smiling, huh, a coach bag in your hand
I was laying in the coup with my hat turned back
we caught eyes for a moment, and that was that
so skated off, as you strolled off
looking at them legs, god damn they looked so soft (so fine)
I gotta take ya from your man that's my mision
If his love is real he got ta handle competition
you only knew about 5 months (that's right)
besides he drinks too much and smokes too many blunts
and I've been working out everyday thinking bout you
looking at my own eyes in the rear view
cathchin flash backs of our eye contact
wish i could lay ya on your stomach and caress your back
i would hold ya in my arms and ease your fears
I can't believe it, I hadn't had a crush in years

[Chorus]
[2x] hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush

I see you at the bus stop waitin everyday
your man must think its safe for you to travel that way
but i don't want ta violate your relationship
so i lay back in the cut with a crush that'a trip
still he can't stop me from having day dreams
tounging you down with huh vanilla ice cream
kissing on your thighs in the moonlight
searching your body with my tounge girl all night
I wonder one day could it be, simple dreams turnin into reality
Our love would come down so naturally
we would walk down the isle of destiny
what your man got his hustle on gotcha type scared
break ya off a little chump change to do your hair
that seems to be enough to satisfy your needs
but there's a deeper level if you just follow my lead
Hey lover

[CHORUS]

Last week I saw ya at the mall
standing at the pay phone bout to make a call
I had a vision it was me on the other end
telling you come by and then you walked in
I touched you gently with my hands
we talked about traveling the distant lands
escaping all the madness out here in the world
becomin my wife no longer my girl
then, you let your dress fall down to the floor
i kissed you softly and you yearned for more
we experienced pleasure unparallel
into an ocean of love we both fell
swimming in the timeless, currents of pure bliss
fantasies interchanging with each kiss
undying passion unities our souls
togehter we swim until the point of no control
but its a fantasy it(that,you) won't come true
we never even spoke and your man (still) love you
so I'm gonna keep all these feelins inside
keep my dreams alive until the right time

[CHORUS]