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    Yeah

    (To da break of dawn)

    All my sex involved
    As we get funky
    Rhymes so bizarre
    Everybody knows
    When it come to a situation like this
    Little more effects
    And I can't resist
    So we get funky in the house
    Youknowmsayin?
    L.L. Cool J style
    What?
    This ain't on a pop tip
    Check it out

    [ VERSE 1 ] [ dissing Kool Moe Dee ]
    What is a panther? A animal that kills
    I'm like a shark with blood comin out the gills
    You could never in your wildest dreams
    Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens
    Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
    Now you're gettin done without Vaseline
    Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow
    Made another million, so competators bow
    Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong
    Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong
    Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
    And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
    Ha, you can't handle the whole weight
    Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
    Wise up, you little burnt up french fry
    I'm that type of guy
    And I slammed you know, just like a sumo
    Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
    When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
    I was scoopin girls before you lost your virginity
    Your jam is just a dreamin MC scheme
    Gettin crushed by a L.L. theme
    Somethin like Shaft, put you in a cask' - bo!
    You little blood-clot boy, you must not know
    The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap
    And freak with a chic unique technique
    Get rid of the yukmouth smile
    Cause brother, you ain't got no style

    Keep on
    (To da break of dawn)
    (To da break of dawn)
    Yeah
    Keep on
    (To da break of dawn)
    Hey yo, that's kinda funky
    But check this out here
    (Rock that shit)
    (To da break of dawn)
    Yeah...

    [ VERSE 2 ] [ dissing M.C. Hammer ]
    Immaculate styles I use to abuse
    MC's, so light the fuse
    And spread the news, you lose
    To the damager, microphone manager
    Cold crush and bruise and bandage a amateur
    That amateur swingin a hammer
    >From a body bag, so run and get your camera
    Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
    But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
    Cause I don't need a partner to swing
    Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring
    Shootin the gift, but you just don't shoot it right
    You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
    Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town
    So don't try to play post, clown
    You know the L.L.'s back in town
    And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin shot down
    (_shot_) Gimme that microphone
    I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone
    Stop dancin, get to walkin
    Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin
    Huh, you little snake in the grass
    You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass
    Gimme a lighter - woof!
    Now you're cut loose
    >From that jherri curl juice
    Cool J is back on the map
    And when I see ya, I'ma give you a slap
    That's right, a little kick for that crap
    Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap

    Keep on
    (To da break of dawn)
    Yeah
    (To da break of dawn)
    Funk it up
    I said keep on
    (To da break of dawn)
    (Yo, rock that shit)
    (To da break of dawn)
    Check this out
    Yeah...

    [ VERSE 3 ] [ dissing Ice-T ]
    How dare you stand beside me
    I'm Cool, I freeze I-c-e
    On your trail and I'ma cut that bull tail
    You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
    But I'ma drink you down over the rocks
    While I freak on your album cover jocks
    You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
    I took the cover right home to the bathroom
    In the immortal words of L.L., 'hard as hell'
    Your broad wears it well
    She's the reason that your record sold a few copies
    But your rhymes are sloppy
    Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped
    And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop
    Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks
    Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
    So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes
    You little hip-hop racoon
    I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef
    Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief
    Workin in a parking lot
    A brother with a perm deserves to get burned
    So tell me how you like your coat cream?
    On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream?
    With your tv on channel fuzz
    Uncle L, that's how much damage he does
    Here's 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab
    Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab

    Keep on
    (To da break of dawn)
    Yeah
    (To da break of dawn)
    I say keep on
    (To da break of dawn)

    Just wanted to funk it up a little bit
    My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
    Youknowmsayin
    Over here at Marley Marl house
    Just coolin out
    My man Clash in the house
    Sippin on this Bartles & Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler
    Loungin back
    Keep on
    Peace

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