Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
 Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
 Hundred bottles in your pocket  forty dog in your hand
 Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man?
 L.L. this  L.L. that  soon as I walk in the place
 I wanna take my gun and shoot you in your muthafuckin' face
 You're playin' me too close with the schemin' and games
 I guess the beef and the bullshit is the price of fame
 Movies, records, goin' on tour
 Twenty-thousand people hip-hoppin' on the floor
 Whole parties body-rockin', and everything's chill
 Get back to New York, and the suckers act ill
 See I fought with the devil, made a promise to God
 I have experience in goin' all the way to the top
 It's harder harder than hard
 All the suckers are barred
 You used to try to talk down now your ego is scarred
 See the problem is you want what another man has
 His car, his wife, or his razzamatazz
 But that's weak, you gotta do work on your own
 cuz when you're rich you got friends
 but when you're poor you're alone
 So get your own on your own, it'll strengthen your soul
 Stop livin' off your parents like you're three years old
 Instead of walkin' like you're limp and talkin' yang about me
 why don't you take your monkey-ass and get a college degree?
 Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to live carefree
 Hope my message reaches you before you're seventy-three
 A old man, when people ask you what you did with your life
 you'll say "I hated L.L. and I carried a big knife"
 Every day is a chase, every day is a race
 and every day you're being overpowered by my bass
 Too much juice to be a deuce, I had to be a ace
 It's like the fire's in my eyes and the gun's in my face
 I'm stompin' stupid knuckleheads until they bleed
 I'm the leader of the show, so it's up to me to lead
 I'mma lead you away from drugs and petty crime
 Lead you away from wack beats and rhyme
 Lead you to that ticket line
 so you can come in my show and watch the stars shine
 Get busy, not dizzy, wanna teach the young
 The last man who didn't listen ended up gettin' hung
 Not that I killed him, it's just
 He didn't wanna trust
 the words of a master that's why you must
 Take heed to the speech, it's gonna reach your ear
 Don't try to say you can't hear cuz the words are clear
 Throwin' flurries, punks scurry and I bury the rest
 You better hurry up and rock a rhyme and give it your best
 Cuz tonight's the night we gonna see the big fight
 Twelve-gauge on the stage in case it don't go right
 E-Love drives a tank, he's strong like a truck
 If you're cryin' while you're dyin' we ain't givin' a fuck
 L.L. Cool J is on the microphone
 tellin' all you punk ducks "Leave me the hell alone"
 Cuz I'm rated X, born to snap necks
 Straight up and down, no special effects
 I'm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop dean
 If Russia bombed the U.S., they'd be scared to touch Queens
 Cuz that's where I live, and this is what I give
 Turnin' top-notch crews into fugitives
 They run, they frightened, they hide from King Titan
 like a sniper when he's shootin' or a viper when he's bitin'
 Here I am, tellin' the truth
 and I'm spreadin' the word to my fellow youth
 It goes man-to-man and jam-to-jam
 I got hip-hop, rock, and love song fans
 All you petty MC's in the state of New York
 Gettin' a thousand for a show but you still wanna squawk
 Can't get a decent contract, your beats ain't workin'
 Dogged-out Pumas plus you're manager's jerkin'
 Your mic sounds weak, remember that skeezer
 I'm badder than Napoleon, Hitler or Caesar
 I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire
 Fly girl's desire, the man you admire
 Not only on the stage, I rock in the park
 and I'm a killer in the daytime, and worse after dark
 So don't never ever mess with the king of the sound
 L.L. Cool J, the baddest around