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Testo: LL Cool J. It Gets No Rougher.

Let me tell you somethin' about an A-B-C style
The A, the B, the C, the D, the E, the F, the G, the H, the I, the J, the K
The L, the M, the N, the O, the P, the Q, the R, the S, the T, the U
The V, W, X, Y, Z, it's bullshit to me

Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
And move on, you better get another week to work with or quit
'Cause I'm on some ol' l shit, capable of murder but I never committed
Takin' no shorts so you better forget it

Tracklin' the world on my tone deafen station, taught her
Supercalifalistic emcee executioner
Wicked witch, diggin' your ditch
Givin' ya stitch by stitch, ain't this a bitch

Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I'm not retirin'
Despirin', admirin' the way I'm gettin' fly
And I sees ecleptoes and I resent those
Brothers who slept on, when they shoulda kept on

Rollin' with rush it don't get no rougher
I stopper, huffer and puffer, a buffer, suffer
I was holdin' back the man superior, right?
You wanna take my title, yo, you'll be aight

You stand below the plateau I stand on
You want my faction to put the man on
I shake and bake and break the laws of gravity
And if you chew on, you'll get a cavity

'Cause I'ma giant, and you're a pee-wee
And all that LL shit, you can't see me
You're cheap and weak, incomplete and off-peak
'Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no rougher

Yo man, you know how we take the order A-B-C emcee's
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, cuttin' ain't no joke, yo L, release the juice on 'em

I release the juice smack dab in your face
Do damage, I'm pickin' up the pace
My mics' like a torch when I'm walkin' at nighttime
Straight to the dome, it's like a pipe-line

High speed, stronger than Thai-weed
Before you pick up the mic to get fly
You need all the dope khaki's that you can feature
So I can serve you, you know the procedure

Listen to the man intellectualize, visualize
Your whole posse gettin' paralyzed
I don't wanna hear no alibi's, don't apologize
I'll put the highs' in your eyes!

The bass in your face, like you ditch the attorney, I'm on the case
With rhymes that'll hit ya, get ya and sit ya down
The competition is booty get the picture now?
Skip the record, my road, to get me-a-go

I'm figurin' yo, nigga you know
I won't allow, not now, no way, no how
Any form of disrespect, you better bow
Time gets rough to swamp I do it pump
In between my jaws adversaries got chomped

The cordless mic is my only utensil
Lyrics you be runnin', I break 'em like a pencil
'Cause I'm massive and you're a small fry
You're all in, a stunt, a fall-guy
Outta order I smolder blacks to make you suffer
'Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no rougher

Shut up, the alley cats' got attention to get
And drop these l dope lyrics on ya, the beat is pumpin'
You know what I'm sayin'?

Let me ask you ask a question
Wait a minute
You could take the game of rap and rule it alone
Demonstrate many styles on the microphone
Build an empire like an African king
I had to show apu jack the ripper could swing

I'ma rappers nightmare, I crush my opponents
There's only one title I own it
Emcee's flip-flop, I bust out the workshop
They try to eve's drop, goin' to make rock

Aerodynamically, it's all automatically, the way I jiggly full of originality
Shay-shop 'em and stop 'em like a cheetah and an antelope
Then I cut 'em like a cantalope on the table
They ain't able, I'm a legend, not a fable, gotta keep it stable

Crack your back bone, harder than grim stone
Doin' your justice overseein' like a chaporone
Huh, on the hip-hop scene, I got shit sewn up like a sewin' machine
Eat a rapper like a sandwich, leave 'em in a bandit
Crack the stage and leave the audience damaged

Yeah, get funky on that cut, get funky on it
Yo, l, them lyrics is dope man you know I'm sayin'?
You better raw sick for years
This how we do it dogg
Pump that good man, let's cut us some real, real somethin'
Yo, bust this

I'm kinda like a soldier, see I told ya
When I pick up the mic I'ma hold ya
Captive, a mack-tive, I'll make sure I'll track it
L'll speak a cell a sneak as your backs' gettin' weaker

I freak the beat and get shieker
Rule over king, you're too over-eager
You're tryin' to make a move for
I'ma prove you're ridiculious

I think he was jealous and in the mood for an ass-kickin'
When you mess with, the man with the plan
Mic in his hand and a fresh skit
R-O-U-G-H-E-R, rougher, so here we are

Face to face, mic to mic, man to man
While your battle ship is sinkin' in quicksand
Strappin' to the bottom like a two-ton anchor
And break, pull the rope, point blank, I'm a sniper

Rapper like a pack, step on 'em like a mack
My DJ cut-creator scratch a record like a cat
E at my side with pride who got a bigger rep
Shh smoke the mic like a cigarette

Every puff is rough I pull, kill a bull, one toke, your crews' a joke
I run through rappers like runnin' through rubber holes is
Nigga, I'm comin' up roses
Step back I got the title bear-witness to a dope recital
I've killed many men my friend and I'ma do it again and again and again
'Cause it get no rougher

You know what I'm sayin'? I'm rulin' this game
It don't get no rougher, peace, LL Cool J

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