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Murdergram

LL Cool J
1990-08-273:41 minSynced lyrics

"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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