(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

 [ VERSE 1 ] [ dissing Kool Moe Dee ]
 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 competators 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...

 [ VERSE 2 ] [ dissing M.C. Hammer ]
 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
 (_shot_) 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...

 [ VERSE 3 ] [ dissing Ice-T ]
 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