[Intro: LL Cool J]
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

[LL Cool J]
Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
and move on, you better get another vick 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 excutioner
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´n´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
ER-ERM!! Cause it gets no rougher
It gets no rougher

Yo man, you know how to take the order a-b-c emcee´s youknowhatI´msayin´?
Yo, cuttin´ ain´t no joke, yo L, release the juice on ´em

[LL Cool J]
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
And 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´ paralysed
I don´t wanna hear no alibi´s, don´t apologize
ER-ERM-ERM, 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´, youknowI´msayin´?
Tell ´em

[LL Cool J]
Let me ask you ask a question...
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´sdrop, 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 grimstone
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

[Interlude: LL Cool J]
Yeah, get funky on that cut, get funky on it
(Yo, L, them lyrics is dope man youknowI´msayin´?
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

[LL Cool J]
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 gets no rougher

[Outro: LL Cool J]
YouknowI´msayin´? I´m rulin´ this game
It don´t get no rougher, peace, LL Cool J