ll cool j
soul survivor
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  They said I wasn't rough, too much dough, he got an old flow Every time you open your mouth you feel your elbow I'll catch a felony on top of a melody Brought a family, and dough would of been so happily I'll beat the Laker off of a clown and chop him down to size Sick of all these want to-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)  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 why'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 want to know? Throw ya in the MVP on your knees G A crowbar in your mouth, now ask me  [Chorus]  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?  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  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 nothing 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]  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]