Murdergram
LL Cool J"Murdergram" is a song by LL Cool J, released in 1990 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:41 long and contains 102 lines and 808 words.
Lyrics
0:02Ll cool j
0:04Murdergram
0:05Aiyyo don't go near the speakers
0:07(LL Cool J)
0:16The big showdown the display is skill
0:18I'm the type of Picasso witcha girl on the pill
0:20Take a family snap shot kiss ya wife
0:22Cause I'm like a knife the concrete is right
0:24And I'll take ya life and take ya like python
0:26I'ma do you wrong
0:29Any emcee who you wanna name
0:30I want pain that I can be tamed
0:32Talkin about guns punk it don't alarm me
0:35Got enough cash to make a whole damn army
0:37I can't hold back the way that I feel
0:39Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin off banana peels
0:41Ya like fruit cake ya fruit cocktails
0:43First your title now I'm takin your female
0:46All of a sudden you're so proud of a black
0:47A baseball hat but you ain't sayin jack
0:49The ripper is back and you can't escape
0:50Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
0:53I want beef so bring on the rookies
0:56I got more than just Cool J cookies
0:57Rip Rock crush stop cop I'm poison come and take a drop
0:59I bet ya teeth will end up around the corner kid
1:02Don't ask me why I did it
1:04I'm civilized damage to a nobody
1:05And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
1:08New York Chicago Detroit LA
1:11I'll slay wherever ya play
1:13D C or Philly or Baltimore
1:15I'm worrying the rich invading the poor
1:17Perpetrating in your video here's the real smoothing
1:20Country accents who do you think you're foolin
1:22I play "crushable" "late night craps"
1:25You only knew cause ya onto your raps
1:26And rap city and V E T
1:28The channel 31 and but now here I come
1:30To save the day and the now you're getting done
1:32Like a hooker don't try to soul crumb
1:34The first sign of the battle you little fake
1:37It's comin out ya kitchen sink
1:39Your Mic's a baby bottle son
1:40Some say they ain't but I am the one
1:43The slice is that the fire boy it'll break ya
1:45Servin or heard em a word occurred to him
1:48Then he could move a would get moved on
1:50Like a shotgun blast big mouth emcees I'll bet ya none last
1:53Cause they ain't sable or able
1:55And I bruise the party like jumper cables
1:57So plug me in and put me on
1:59I'm serial hard so I can battle amore
2:00From coast to coast fly cripple and crazy
2:02Use a dictionary but you still don't phase me
2:04Listen ansd we can sound cheap
2:06Reach out for my blackness but your records ain't wack this
2:08Your bitin on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
2:11I won't see ya no more
2:13Let's get together and diss LL
2:14Use his name and ya records might sell
2:15I can't believe you found a dead maggots
2:18Crawlin all over my name I won't have that
2:20You better look in the mirror and re-think your plan
2:23Why walk in quicksand
2:24When you can stand on your own two feet
2:26I'm rippin emcees a funky drum with a big beat
2:29Name the date and a or Rainer
2:30Ya three year old ballerina
2:32I can't believe the suckers try to throw-down
2:34Whether you're new or older than old town
2:37Just kick back I don't like a stagger wagger psycho rap
2:39You can't handle the format
2:40Whether you're swab or swoon
2:43Ruff or rugged all I need is a broom
2:45If I slay the way they slay punk play the pay
2:47Mr Morris has entered the buffet
2:49Some of y'all are sittin in rows
2:51Plates of hot butter rolls beat ya with balamey
2:54Slap ya with salami cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
2:57Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear bass
3:00But you feel the thunder
3:02You get cooked I'll knock out your tooth
3:04We'll be fighting from lobby to the roof
3:06You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime
3:08Yo Marley (Whassup ) spill the time
3:10(Nah man just kick a little warmth)
3:14Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
3:15When I'm on the microphone I want silence
3:17Let KRS-One stop the violence
3:18Ain't no rivals ain't no competition
3:19Punk I'm beatin ya into submission
3:21I'm gettin busier than ever before
3:23Never more will I'll slack I'ma keep it real raw
3:25Eat ya up like a pack-jam
3:28Video is poppin over a Batman
3:30Rippin you to shreds tappin you on the head
3:31Then leave the battle lookin as happy as a newly wed
3:33Give me a tech-nine to spray
3:35Save the peep and put it on law-away
3:37I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
3:41Feel ya weep about the murdergram
Ll cool j Murdergram Aiyyo don't go near the speakers (LL Cool J) The big showdown the display is skill I'm the type of Picasso witcha girl on the pill Take a family snap shot kiss ya wife Cause I'm like a knife the concrete is right And I'll take ya life and take ya like python I'ma do you wrong Any emcee who you wanna name I want pain that I can be tamed Talkin about guns punk it don't alarm me Got enough cash to make a whole damn army I can't hold back the way that I feel Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin off banana peels Ya like fruit cake ya fruit cocktails First your title now I'm takin your female All of a sudden you're so proud of a black A baseball hat but you ain't sayin jack The ripper is back and you can't escape Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape I want beef so bring on the rookies I got more than just Cool J cookies Rip Rock crush stop cop I'm poison come and take a drop I bet ya teeth will end up around the corner kid Don't ask me why I did it I'm civilized damage to a nobody And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the party New York Chicago Detroit LA I'll slay wherever ya play D C or Philly or Baltimore I'm worrying the rich invading the poor Perpetrating in your video here's the real smoothing Country accents who do you think you're foolin I play "crushable" "late night craps" You only knew cause ya onto your raps And rap city and V E T The channel 31 and but now here I come To save the day and the now you're getting done Like a hooker don't try to soul crumb The first sign of the battle you little fake It's comin out ya kitchen sink Your Mic's a baby bottle son Some say they ain't but I am the one The slice is that the fire boy it'll break ya Servin or heard em a word occurred to him Then he could move a would get moved on Like a shotgun blast big mouth emcees I'll bet ya none last Cause they ain't sable or able And I bruise the party like jumper cables So plug me in and put me on I'm serial hard so I can battle amore From coast to coast fly cripple and crazy Use a dictionary but you still don't phase me Listen ansd we can sound cheap Reach out for my blackness but your records ain't wack this Your bitin on the castle door but when you fall in the moat I won't see ya no more Let's get together and diss LL Use his name and ya records might sell I can't believe you found a dead maggots Crawlin all over my name I won't have that You better look in the mirror and re-think your plan Why walk in quicksand When you can stand on your own two feet I'm rippin emcees a funky drum with a big beat Name the date and a or Rainer Ya three year old ballerina I can't believe the suckers try to throw-down Whether you're new or older than old town Just kick back I don't like a stagger wagger psycho rap You can't handle the format Whether you're swab or swoon Ruff or rugged all I need is a broom If I slay the way they slay punk play the pay Mr Morris has entered the buffet Some of y'all are sittin in rows Plates of hot butter rolls beat ya with balamey Slap ya with salami cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear bass But you feel the thunder You get cooked I'll knock out your tooth We'll be fighting from lobby to the roof You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime Yo Marley (Whassup ) spill the time (Nah man just kick a little warmth) Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw When I'm on the microphone I want silence Let KRS-One stop the violence Ain't no rivals ain't no competition Punk I'm beatin ya into submission I'm gettin busier than ever before Never more will I'll slack I'ma keep it real raw Eat ya up like a pack-jam Video is poppin over a Batman Rippin you to shreds tappin you on the head Then leave the battle lookin as happy as a newly wed Give me a tech-nine to spray Save the peep and put it on law-away I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand Feel ya weep about the murdergram
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