It Gets No Rougher

(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 bullshit 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 ill shit

Capable of murder but I never committed

Taking no shorts so you better forget it

Traveling the world on my total devastation tour

A supercalifragilistic emcee executioner

Wicked witch, digging your ditch

Giving ya stitch by stitch, ain't this a bitch?

Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade

Rhymes I 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 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 shit, 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 in '89, we take out all the ABC emcee's youknowhatI'msayin'?

Yo, cut 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 mic's 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 bass 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, nigga 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 massive, 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 that I got your attention

We're gonna drop these real dope lyrics on you

The beat is pumpin', youknowI'msayin'?)

(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 a 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! Oh, on the hip-hop scene, I got shit 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 back's 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 ass-kicking when you mess with

The man with the plan

Mic in his hand and the fresh get

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

While 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 kill a bull

One toke, joke crews'll choke

I run through rappers like water through rubber hoses

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'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