Yeah   (To da break of dawn)      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, youknowmsayin?   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'ma 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   Youknowmsayin'? 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