To Da Break Of Dawn - Bug Out Mix

Yeah

All my sex involved

As we get funky

Rhymes so bizarre

Everybody knows

When it come to a situation like this

Little more effects

And I can't resist

So we get funky in the house

You know 'm sayin?

L.L. Cool J style

What?

This ain't on a pop tip

Check it out

What is a panther? A animal that kills

I'm like a shark with blood comin out the gills

You could never in your wildest dreams

Get a piece of this gangsta' lean straight from Queens

Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine

Now you're gettin done without Vaseline

Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow

Made another million, so competitors bow

Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong

Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong

Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong

And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on

Ha, you can't handle the whole weight

Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate

Wise up, you little burnt up french fry

I'm that type of guy

And I slammed you know, just like a sumo

Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper

When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity

I was scoopin girls before you lost your virginity

Your jam is just a dreamin MC scheme

Gettin crushed by a L.L. theme

Somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask' - bo!

You little blood-clot boy, you must not know

The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap

And freak with a chic unique technique

Get rid of the yukmouth smile

Cause brother, you ain't got no style

Keep on

(To da break of dawn)

(To da break of dawn)

Yeah

Keep on

(To da break of dawn)

Hey yo, that's kinda funky

But check this out here

(Rock that shit)

(To da break of dawn)

Yeah...

Immaculate styles I use to abuse

MC's, so light the fuse

And spread the news, you lose

To the damager, microphone manager

Cold crush and bruise and bandage a amateur

That amateur swingin a hammer

From a body bag, so run and get your camera

Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift

But I'm the wrong brother to dance with

'Cause I don't need a partner to swing

Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring

Shootin' the gift, but you just don't shoot it right

You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town

So don't try to play post, clown

You know the L.L.'s back in town

And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin shot down

Gimme that microphone

I'm a show you the real meaning of the danger zone

Stop dancin, get to walkin

Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin

Huh, you little snake in the grass

You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass

Gimme a lighter - woof!

Now you're cut loose

From that jherri curl juice

Cool J is back on the map

And when I see ya, I'ma give you a slap

That's right, a little kick for that crap

Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap

Keep on

(To da break of dawn)

Yeah

(To da break of dawn)

Funk it up

I said keep on

(To da break of dawn)

(Yo, rock that shit)

(To da break of dawn)

Check this out

Yeah...

How dare you stand beside me

I'm Cool, I freeze I-c-e

On your trail and I'ma cut that bull tail

You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients

But I'ma drink you down over the rocks

While I freak on your album cover jocks

You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon

I took the cover right home to the bathroom

In the immortal words of L.L., 'hard as hell'

Your broad wears it well

She's the reason that your record sold a few copies

But your rhymes are sloppy

Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped

And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop

Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks

Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix

So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes

You little hip-hop racoon

I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef

Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief

Workin' in a parking lot

A brother with a perm deserves to get burned

So tell me how you like your coat cream?

On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream?

With your tv on channel fuzz

Uncle L, that's how much damage he does

Here's 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab

Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab

Keep on

(To da break of dawn)

Yeah

(To da break of dawn)

I say keep on

(To da break of dawn)

Just wanted to funk it up a little bit

My man Pete Rock is up in the crib

You know 'm sayin'

Over here at Marley Marl house

Just coolin' out

My man Clash in the house

Sippin on this Bartles & Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler

Loungin' back

Keep on

Peace