LL Cool J - The Breakthrough Lyrics
VerseKnuckleheads spreadin gossip all over townEvery time I drive by youre just standin aroundHundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your handDont you know youre just a worker and your boss is my man?L.l. this, l.l. that, soon as I walk in the placeI wanna take my gun and shoot you in your mutha*****in faceYoure playin me too close with the schemin and gamesI guess the beef and the bullshit is the price of fameMovies, records, goin on tourTwenty-thousand people hip-hoppin on the floorWhole parties body-rockin, and everythings chillGet back to new york, and the suckers act illSee I fought with the devil, made a promise to godI have experience in goin all the way to the topIts harder harder than hardAll the suckers are barredYou used to try to talk down now your ego is scarredSee the problem is you want what another man hasHis car, his wife, or his razzamatazzBut thats weak, you gotta do work on your ownCuz when youre rich you got friendsBut when youre poor youre aloneSo get your own on your own, itll strengthen your soulStop livin off your parents like youre three years oldInstead of walkin like youre limp and talkin yang about meWhy dont you take your monkey-ass and get a college degree?Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to live carefreeHope my message reaches you before youre seventy-threeA old man, when people ask you what you did with your lifeYoull say I hated l.l. and I carried a big knifeEvery day is a chase, every day is a raceAnd every day youre being overpowered by my bassToo much juice to be a deuce, I had to be a aceIts like the fires in my eyes and the guns in my faceIm stompin stupid knuckleheads until they bleedIm the leader of the show, so its up to me to leadImma lead you away from drugs and petty crimeLead you away from wack beats and rhymeLead you to that ticket lineSo you can come in my show and watch the stars shineGet busy, not dizzy, wanna teach the youngThe last man who didnt listen ended up gettin hungNot that I killed him, its justHe didnt wanna trustThe words of a master thats why you mustTake heed to the speech, its gonna reach your earDont try to say you cant hear cuz the words are clearThrowin flurries, punks scurry and I bury the restYou better hurry up and rock a rhyme and give it your bestCuz tonights the night we gonna see the big fightTwelve-gauge on the stage in case it dont go rightE-love drives a tank, hes strong like a truckIf youre cryin while youre dyin we aint givin a *****L.l. cool j is on the microphoneTellin all you punk ducks leave me the hell aloneCuz Im rated x, born to snap necksStraight up and down, no special effectsIm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop deanIf russia bombed the u.s., theyd be scared to touch queensCuz thats where I live, and this is what I giveTurnin top-notch crews into fugitivesThey run, they frightened, they hide from king titanLike a sniper when hes shootin or a viper when hes bitinHere I am, tellin the truthAnd Im spreadin the word to my fellow youthIt goes man-to-man and jam-to-jamI got hip-hop, rock, and love song fansAll you petty mcs in the state of new yorkGettin a thousand for a show but you still wanna squawkCant get a decent contract, your beats aint workinDogged-out pumas plus youre managers jerkinYour mic sounds weak, remember that skeezerIm badder than napoleon, hitler or caesarIm a hitman, but Im not for hireFly girls desire, the man you admireNot only on the stage, I rock in the parkAnd Im a killer in the daytime, and worse after darkSo dont never ever mess with the king of the soundL.l. cool j, the baddest around.
