Phenomenon

I swear to tell the truth and nothin but the truth...
So help me god
I just felt like tellin the story of my life
Felt like, maybe somebody could be inspired, you know?
We all feel pain, we all go through things
But it's time to overcome all that

Verse one: ll cool j

If your plane crashed in the water and everybody died
Would you drown on purpose or try to survive?
I was born handicapped my arm wouldn't move
They called me a cripple pops caught an attitude
Beat my moms smoked lye drove trucks
My moms had a miscarriage, he didn't give a fuck
He sniffed some coke, come home
Beat up on my moms cause she's talkin on the phone
Come on

Chorus: ll cool j and singers

(all i ever wanted)
All i ever wanted
(all i ever needed)
All i ever needed
(was a father)
Was a father
(that's all)
That's all!
(all i ever wanted)
All i ever wanted
(all i ever needed)
All i ever needed... was a father
(was a father)

Verse two: ll cool j

Moms got tired of the beatings said, "yo, we got to go"
Packed up her bags we bounced out the do'
She said, "i ain't takin these whippin's no mo'
I wanna live to see my little todd grow"
I remember tear drops on my pops face
Lookin down at me standin on the staircase
Handsome brother with a smooth goatee
Makes me wonder why he act so ugly, you feelin me?
(i'm feelin you)

Chorus

Verse three: ll cool j

My pops got drunk when me and my moms bounced
Swigged some jack dan', sniffed up a ounce
Grabbed the shotty left long isle for queens
Possesed by a demon... a devil it seemed
I was too young to understand the risk
When your moms come home off the midnight shift
She turned around heard the shotgun click
My pops said, "you think that you could leave me?"
He blasted my moms in the back
She fell down screamin i can't forget that
My grandfather tried to close the do'
He got shot ten times in the stomach yo, for real

Chorus

Verse four: ll cool j

My head was spinnin, i had never seen blood
Four years old, this don't feel like love
Anyway, pops dissapeared
Grandpops and moms healed up over the years
This therapist got up in her head
Led her to believe without him she'd be dead
You know, they fell in love with one another
Everything seemed right that's word to mother
Until i started gettin beatings everday
Sometimes for going outside to play
Late at night on my knees i'd pray
A young child, wishin the pain would go away
Dad where was you when he made me strip
Beat with belts like a slave with a whip
Kicked me down steps outside in the snow
Punched me in the chest stomped me out on the flo'
That's just the tip of the iceberg look
It's too long for a song but perfect for a book
Word is bond, that's real baby

Chorus

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah
Uh, uh, uh

I was swerving thru queens
Fully growin' benz
Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system
Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec
Rappin' to my mens
Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half rachel, half holly
My ?? is
The smo mo, crept up nice and slow
Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice
Crease my scar peice
Laid back in my seat
Right near bazely projects, on the back streets
Her name was keisha, full of street knowledge
Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college
Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne
She lived on the southside, so bring things on
Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop
Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks

Your carmake me hot hot hot
You just make me just hot hot hot
Iike you're rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot
Baby boy don't stop stop stop
You keep me hot hot hot
I'm a take you for all you've got
Baby girl just stop stop stop
Check this out, uh

She slid up my whip, like the queen of new york
We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk
Sourced up my keys to the valet cat
I glanced at the fatty, i'm a see about that
We blazed in the spizza like bonnie and clyde
Scooby dooby hizza
I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit
Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh
I've got her right where i want her
Reality about to creep up on her
Stroke her softly, gently with my g
While the light reflects off my icp
Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer
Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer
I kept fronting and i just couldn't stop
I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot

Your car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me just hot hot hot
I iike you're rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot
Baby boy just don't stop stop stop
You keep me hot hot hot
I'll take you for all you've got
Baby girl just stop stop stop
Check yourself, uh

You burst out of semi-???
She pulled down the staps to her dress
Reached in the ? sparked up sess
Banging some wu tang feeling the ??
She said "now would you wanna sell your soul for chips,
And give up girl to push whips?"
Never miss some spiritual down to my bone
Why you takin' jumbo in that zone
She said "i would do anthing for ?????
Give deep ? to ? man coats
Take off my ??
Drop to my knees"
Talking in my face
Breath smelling like cheese
I asked her
Shorty you degrade yourself
Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf
You turnin' me off, i can't lie
Keisha said "why?"
I said, "yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid,
Then he correct that"
Ice is the price for an overnight wife
A true shark caller don't want that in his life
So all you ladies that are selling you're souls
You need to put you hooker vibes on hold
Ask for keisha, she working on the stroll,
Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow

Your car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me hot hot hot
I iike you're rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot
Baby boy don't stop stop stop
You keep me hot hot hot
I'm a take you for all you've got
Baby girl just stop stop stop
Check yourself, uh

Your car makes me hot hot hot
You just make me hot hot hot
I iike you're rocks rocks rocks
They make me hot hot hot
Baby boy don't stop stop stop
You keep me hot hot hot
I'm a take you for all you've got
Baby girl just stop stop stop
Check yourself, uh

Repeat and fade

[redman] hahh [method] hah
[method] yeah [redman] yeahhh

[ll cool j] make it butter
[redman] i'm gonna bankhead bounce!
[ll cool j] no doubt
[redman] aiyyo watch yo mouth!

[redman] aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
[ll cool j] trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon meth-tical come and get some

[method man]
Playin my position, hot nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
Finger itchin with two broke legs, now i'm trippin
On mc's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, g-o-d no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my punch buggy sunnin you
Got you shittin in your last huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect wu

[redman]
Aiyyo i put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin christian to a certified sinner
The bomb i release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up i was hittin your ex hoe
Shit i kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
Shit i'm drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see
When i approach rappers be takin notes
I drop like i shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolut, i love to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

[canibus]
I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
When you look at me long enough, i start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough, and then i'll call your bluff
Like, "yo, how many rhymes you got?" i think i'll go on
For more milleniums than mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when i confront ya
Nigga, i call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
Get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
Anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? i'm already doin a hundred
When i'm blunted and i give it to any nigga that want it

[dmx]
Stay out the dark, cause if i catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or i'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give
Than receive, believe what i say when i tell you
Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don't come back on
This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
So i can hit you up on front teeth, you think i'm sweet?
Want heat? one deep, leave him behind, front seat

[redman] aiyyo, one [meth] two [red] three [meth] four
[red] five [meth] six [red] seven
Blaze the hot trizack
[method] shine like heaven
Seven [red] six [meth] five [red] four
[meth] three [red] two [meth] one
[redman] come on mr. smith, come get some!

[ll cool j]
When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords i swing the excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
With one thesis ("ll cool j is hard")
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with mike
Swingin at ken griffey or challengin roy to a fight
Snappin, you ameteur mc's
Don't you know i'm like the dream team tourin overseas
For rappers in my circle i'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize
And i'm daring every mc in the game
To play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line
Ll cool j nigga, greatest of all time

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Yes y'all throw your hands up real high
Let's see where the people in the world is at
Where you at shorty?
With ll, busta rhymes, check it out...

Two big ballers keep the juice blending
Fuck black ceaser, i didn't like the ending
Why?, cos we two jiggy niggas always making
Too many million dollar affilliations
Abbreviation, ll, period
I'm platinum every time, it's serious
Aeiyo, we serious when we experience millions
High, rolling to the max, extra big willying
Uh, huh, with a third of my deposit
I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet
Take your current chickens then take your ex-chickens
Shake it down for papers
Hey, now she jump shaking...

Gotta keep on making it high
Gotta keep on making it high (yes, yes mr smith)
Gotta keep on making it high
Gotta keep on making it high

Why you ice-grilling, i'm far from a villian
Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half shilling
Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water spilling
You know the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing
Aeiyo, i think your empty-ass cup needs some refilling
Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you start illing
You know she's willing, cos' honey's a star trekker
Clothes coming off like jewels in front of mecca
Aeiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than chubby checker
In the process of the jolt she might feel the black'n'decker
Reason being, i work my tool right
Handcraft the cake till it's baked just right

Gotta keep on making it high (uh)
Gotta keep on making it high (uh) (yeah, that's right)
Gotta keep on making it high (uh)
Gotta keep on making it high (uh) (just spark my l)

Just lean left, lean right
Lean front, lean back
C'mon, you gotta ride it baby
(you gotta shake it, shake it all night baby)
Just lean left, lean right (right)
Lean front, lean back (lean back)
(c'mon shake it, just shake it)
(c'mon shake it, just break it)
You gotta ride it baby

Busta bust mr smith
Flipmode yo, lets sing a little something for the song...

*ll cool j + busta rhymes together*
Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill with me, me, me
C'mon baby, you know i'm audi
Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat
Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas - change your ways

Busta bust
Mr smith
We on the track, i always spark the lah
I always catch a contact
Aeiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig (wig) push back (push back)
Like he gotta touch...
A bottom here for mencap
He went from dreadlocks
To ceasers
Now he called
Cash
Brothers shaving bums is nasty
Kid so watch that...
I be the b, u, s, t, a, r, h, y, m, e, s full of finesse, lyrically complex
And i'm the double l, c dash o, dash o, l, period j my leers waiting on the runway, bust
Yo, aeiyo, yo, i'm mr you, god
Is it the bashment?
Aeiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude bwoy

*together*
Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi
Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm dizzi
Just a leeson for you sucker mc's
Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period

Word is bond
Ah man
I had a good time working with you mr smith
Do you think they'll ever recover?
I have no idea, i'm seeniggas is in comas and concussions
It's ridiculous, word up - throw your hands in the air
Just have a good time and wave them around
Throw your hands in the air, word up
Mr smith and busta rhymes get down

*ll cool j + busta rhymes together*
Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill with me, me, me
C'mon baby, you know i'm audi
Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat
Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas - change your ways son

Ah man
Splash a little bit of flossing on niggas
Ah man
In a happy and fun loving way
You know, splash!
Yeah, you know that
Like a little bit of ice waters and shit man
You niggas need to chill down
Put your shades on kid
Cool the fuck off
Put your shades on baby
Aight?
Shine, nigga put them shades on
Niggas leaning
Leaning like they deformed or something
Ha, fix your neck
You like like shaq in that commercial

(laughter to fade)