ll cool j
straight from queens
Uncle Rippin' the microphone And blowin the stage apart.  These MC's ain't got no heart, They need to quit before they start.  Shakin' and breakin' 'em down. Best at least. Fuckin' 'em up, up at least. Smackin' 'em in a pilek. Now have a stomp and a smile, G. Raisin' Replacin' Like Jason. When I be chasin' These rappers, Machete style,  Choppin' down. Their petty style's bassin', All in my face. You got the mic, But I gotta getcha off it. You got my rhyme, Now cough it. Brother, sweat the tip and forfeit. You're nada, Know not a, I'm hotter.  You're a slow trotter. Karate Switch the 'e' into an 'a,' And it's karata. When I come on I'm rippin it up Just like a madman.  I fly your head, Chop off your legs, And make your head stand.  Tax and wreckin' these chumps All of them I rub out.  You know the time. What's on your mind? You know I never go out.  I be breakin' bouts. Ya boys; Your block; is full of bums, see. You never was too clever Stick the fork in you, You're done G.  The instrument'll rip With the ultimate  Of all the rappers. Toe to toe. Whenever I go I guarantee  The flow will smack ya.  Pumpin' ya full a lead, Just like a nine. Kickin' it off in half the time. Takin' a break And makin' mine. You're way behind.  Ya needed a title, And all the uncle  Made your title for ya. Hopin', And prayin', And wishin', That I can't rap,  But I rip all a y'all  In half. Look at me laugh Ya hee-haw style. Ya kick it. Mmm, I see goodies. Gimme the mic and hoodie. Now I'll dick it. Any, The every, The his, The hers, Of those, Of theirs, Of them, I see your title Around your neck,  Just swingin' loose. I take your gem.  I'm takin' it off your neck With every line that I select, And wrappin' it up and cuttin'. While I'm starin' With disrespect.  Bustin off. Yeah, Squeezin' like a vice grip, Blowin' ya off the stage, Into the crowd, So have a nice trip.   I'm takin' control. I hold The microphone as good as gold. Fly, so many heads. I built my twenty-fifth Totem pole. Turnin' it out, And gettin' wrecked Is just a understatement.  How special to rap a flat, Puttin' his head  Inside the pavement.  Burnin' 'em up, Just like a flame thrower. Rippin' 'em With the cool flower. Takin' 'em out in pairs, Like the man, Noah. Holdin' 'em up Just like a trophy, For the world to see.  You really ain't superb, You see. You're goin' out, Like a girl to me.  Takin' your little Boo-hoo, baby. Tear drop. Cryin' style. Breakin' it down Until there's dust, And I'ma vacuum up the pile. Showin', And provin', And groovin', And makin a movie On the mic.  Slappin' a Marlboro In his mouth, Just like A dirty little tyke. Master of the murderous Maniac, Mad style, Amazin' man. Mackin' the mic Since I was just  A mere child.  Props and props;  More props than Terminator 2. With pen and pad I play to you, And on the cross-fader too. Endlessly with energy, Undefeatable lyrically,  Expandin' my empire. You don't want to test me.  Wizard of funkadelic. Every album's like a relic. Bite the line, Chewin' on mine,  But ya never live to tell it.  Bustin' it off quick, Flippin the script. That's in the bushes, Then walkin' around the jam. I'm handin' out pounds And mushes. You're makin' a face. You want to test my slick maneuver? Your best to rock a break beat, Or somethin' you can groove to. Even if every rapper In the world was makin' jams, As soon as I set this off Their mics are slidin' Out their hands.  Rockin' the junky's world With the release  Of every single. Back in the days I told ya, I need a beat  To make ya jingle.  Overlord Droppin' the sword, And choppin off the mic cord.  Rappers are dead All over the street In every state I toured.  I'm dealin' the truth, With living god That's right before ya eyes. And I'll be rollin' In hoods and sneakers, You can keep the suit and ties.  No sell out. Bet ya uncle never dies. Gimme that microphone, I'll rip it up  Until sunrise.