The Vow

[Verse 1: LL COOL J]

There was smoke when the mother's water broke

The doc saw the horns, oh my God, it's a goat

The nurse cut the cord, got shocked with a million volts

Almost dropped him on the floor, but the baby started to float

Umbilical cord turned into a gold rope

A mic appeared in his hand, body started to jolt

Angels injected him with lyrical dope

The same drug they gave Hemingway and Edgar Allen Poe

The whole world's raving for the baby, the bell tolls

A crowd gathered 'round, throwin' punches and еlbows

Then his mama arose and recitеd a poem

Todd's a hip-hop god, fuck rock and roll

Put the baby in the whip, there was a solar eclipse

Then a spirit came, wrote his name down in hieroglyphs

Breakbeats played, he had speaker for a crib

She screamed, "Jack the Rip" and ignited his gifts

To the parents, he's a legend, to the children a myth

Here's some firsthand experience of Mr. Smith

Alias: Mr. Killin'-Every-Rapper-In-His-Radius

Ciphers to stadiums, bars is vibranium

Molecular structure of the nucleus of his cranium

Platinum, uranium, lyrical titanium

In other words, whoever it concern

If you fuck around with fire, you gon' get that ass turned to ash

True story, I'm a walkin' crematorium

Helpin' rappers earn obituaries from historians

Bangin' on 'em, yellow tape and red sheets layin' on 'em

Carved hands, tombstones, prayin' for 'em

Movin' the chess pieces like telekinesis

As a toddler, he walked with two panthers on leashes

Learned early on where the mark of the beast is

By the time he hit puberty, he richer than Croesus

Slicker than Odysseus on a odyssey, intellect is part of me

So pardon me if it's harder to follow me

What does that mean?

He's a mythological melanated progeny of royalty, sprayin' you with soliloquies

Gil Heron with the camouflage gear on

Ignorance is the virus, my ink is the interferon (Yeah)

The last poet, revolutionary with guns loaded (Mad Squablz)

Back to elevate the culture, that's my only motive

[Verse 2: Mad Squablz]

Uh, to fuck with me, you need your ammo up

Proceed to stand on punks, you know the schemes will leave your flannel scuffed

Peep the handle, son, know my procedure be to damage stuff

No Madden franchise, but this my season, we just havin' fun

Uh, cash rules everythin' I hate and love

Niggas hate to face reality, that's why we takin' drugs

Payin' plugs, but there will come a time when it just ain't enough

You might just turn to Cobain if you ain't as tough

I might emerge with propane, it's a fatal stunt

Properly insert a bold claim as if I ain't the one

And now I'm rhymin' with a legend like I said I would

Intrinsically, I murder beats just like a legend should

Tried to convince 'em I was meant for this, the best I could

Niggas narcoleptic, won't accept I'm here to wreck for good

Feelin' more intrepid, more receptive since I left the hood

Feelin' more adept and on your neck's where l'ma plant my foot

[Verse 3: J-S.A.N.D.]

Name a nigga that flow harder

Flow more graphic than flow charts

Won't relax till I build up these plaques and hold tartar

Spare no targets, got a flow so nauseous

I cough up words and throw bars up

Hardly a reverend, but I'm always gon' thank the Lord for the blessings

In life, I learned that takin' losses is a part of the lesson

I fathered you peasants, you niggas my sons

So when I kill you motherfuckers, we'll just call it postpartum depression

Lafayette, Louisiana, where niggas be squeezin' hammers

Niggas don't speak with grammar, so people gon think we bamas

It's frequent to keep your hands up, anybody can get it

And anybody can give it to you, it's like Secret Santa

I'm sayin', you niggas is nothin' like me and my

You look at niggas and deify, we defy

Defeat and divide, reheat and refry

Niggas ain't reachin' this high, need to repeat and retry

Bitch, I'm too different to be in any competition with y'all

The only way I quit is if you get petitions involved

So you can place your bets, you bet against me, you gon' stay in debt

I stay the best 'cause I'm the only rookie that can face the vets

You little niggas never raisin' threats

You niggas bitter and y'all sweet, you motherfuckers is Raisinettes

I'm layin' low and chasin' checks

'Cause when I blow, I'm finna run the rap game like the FitnessGram Pacer Test

[Verse 4: Don Pablito]

You niggas can't check me, I hope your next move don't upset me

Got fresh prints on this barrel, in a suit like Jeffrey

I get you clean through your towel, had to clean up the towns

For the beef we browse, like releasin' the hounds

Had the monkey on the counter with his hands on his mouth

The other monkey for his ears so we ain't hearin' you out

The third monkey had his hands over his eyes

So you can get buried if you imply

I'm outta the country where two can dine, now honey, you can't deny

The shooters come in flurries like Curry and Luka Don

Now say hello to the motherfuckin' Don

Tip toe, don't you come across that line (Don't die)

'Cause you just one of plenty niggas, I ain't any nigga

Billion dollars worth of silly niggas, we brought Gillie with us

That separate you from your mama titty, nigga

Jump up out the Bentley, nigga, better sit up when you see the dealer