Bomb Squad - It Gets No Rougher lyrics

(Intro: LL Cool J) Let me tell you something 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 bullsh** to me (LL Cool J) Rhyme to the rhythm of a What should I give a brother Time to move on, you better get another Vick to work with - or quit Cause I'm on some old L sh** Capable of murder but I never committed Taking no shorts so you better forget it Traveling the world on my tour of devastation, told her Supercalifalistic emcee exceutioner Wicked witch, digging your ditch Giving ya stitch by stitch, ain't this a b**h? Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid Louder than a siren, I'm not retirin' Aspirin', admirin' the way I'm getting fly and MCs are kleptos and I resent those Brothers who slept on, when they should have kept on Rollin' with Rush it don't get no rougher I'll snuff a huffer and puffer, a brother'll suffer I was holding back the man superior, right? You wanna take my title, yo, you'll be alright You stand below the plateau I stand on You want perfection, then 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'm a giant, and you're a peewee And all that LL sh**, you can't see me You're cheap and weak, incomplete and off-beat Ehem! Cause it gets no rougher It gets no rougher Yo man, you know how to take out all the ABC emcee's youknowhatI'msayin'? Your 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 picking up the pace My mics' like a torch when I'm walking at nighttime Straight to the dome, it's like a pipeline High speed, stronger than Thai-Weed Before you pick up the mic to get fly you need All the dope tactics that you can feature So I can serve you, you know the procedure Listen to the man intellectualize, visualize Your whole posse getting paralyzed I don't wanna hear no alibis, don't apologize Eh-ehem, I'll put the highs in your eyes The ba** in your face, like a District Attorney, I'm on the case With rhymes that'll hit ya, will get ya and sit ya down The competition is booty, get the picture now? Skip the rigamarole, to give me-a-go I'm figuring yo, n***a you know I won't allow, not now, no way, no how Any form of disrespect, you better bow Comp gets romped and swamped, I do it prompt In between my jaws adversaries got chomped The cordless mic's my only utensil Lyrics you be running, I break 'em like a pencil Cause I'm ma**ive, and you're a small fry You're all in, a stunt, a fall guy Out of order, I slaughter wax and make you suffer Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no rougher Shut up, Now got attention to get And drop these L dope lyrics on you, the beat is pumpin', youknowI'msayin'? Tell 'em (LL Cool J) Let me ask you ask a question... Who 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 and prove Jack the Ripper could swing I'm a rapper's nightmare, I crush my opponents There's only one title: I own it Emcees flip-flop, I bust out the workshop They try to eavesdrop the way the man rock Aerodynamically, it's all automatically The way I articulate, full of originality Chase, chop '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, hotter than brimstone Doing you justice overseeing like a chaperone Huh, on the hip-hop scene, I got sh** sewn up like a sewing machine Eat a rapper like a sandwich, leave 'em in a bandage 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 been 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'mma hold ya Captive, I'm active, I make sure the track give Hell to speakers, sell the sneakers, your backs' getting weaker I freak the beat and get shieker Move over King, you're too over-eager To try to make a move for I'mma prove you're Ridiculous I think he was jealous and in the mood for An a**-kicking 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 battleship's sinking in quicksand Dropping to the bottom like a two-ton anchor And I break, pull a rank, point blank, I'mma spank a Rapper like a brat, step on 'em like a mat My DJ Cut-Creator scratch a record like a cat E at my side with pride we got a bigger rep Sfff... smoke the mic like a cigarette Every puff is rough, a pull could k** a bull One toke, your crew's a joke I run through rappers like water through rubber hoses n***a, I'm comin' up roses Step back, I got the title Bear witness to a dope recital I've k**ed many men my friend And I'mma do it again and again and again Cause it gets no rougher (Outro: LL Cool J) You know what I'm saying? I'm ruling this game It don't get no rougher, peace, LL Cool J