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Ll Cool J - Def Jam Classics Vol. 1

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* appears as a b-side to the "Rock the Bells" twelve inch

Rumor has it that you`re tired of my scratchin` and drums
And of couse I wanna expand to the maximum
So I inject in one more element to that of L.L.
Came up with something` funky called Rock the Bells
During this episode vocally I explode
My title is the king of the FM mode
See, my volume expands to consume
And my structures emote a lyrical heirloom
Vacally pulsating, I initiate gyrating
Ya must respond to my bells, there`s no waiting
For the duration, there`s no articulation
Receiving ovation for the bell association
The vocalization techniques I employ
The voice of my shadow could take a toy boy
The injection of bells into this beat
The result-enough evergy to amputate your feet
Greater insulator microphone dominator
My name is Cool J, manipulator innovator
Connoisseur, I`m sure my percussion will excite
These bells are gonna rock all night
Rock the bells

The bells make your energy escalate
A sort of musical fury L.L. might detonate
Subject matter entitled "The Bells"
The lyrical appraisement is by L.L.
My progrtam strains the tympanic membrane
I`ve been ordained the BLZ I`ll flame
Paragraphs I concoct, Cut Creator`s like an organist
Cool J exists as a journalist
I illuminate over any number on the Richter
My throat contracts like a boa constrictor
You`re totally engulfed by the structured and the format
It`s not dormant, it goes to the core, man
As you repain, you`ll say I went
To torture individuals for exitement
Ambassador, the fiend of Cordor
Dialect so def, it`ll rip up the floor
Ignite and excite with verbal extensions
What I`ll mention will put you on pension
Makin` you tremble, nothin` resemble
The bells and if it don`t
I disassemble
hit if you bit
I go have a fit
The master impresario of lyrical wit
A hip-hop creature, concert feature
Amateur teacher, my rhymes reach ya
When I commence with excellence
It eradicates levels of pestilence
Upon a plateau
No mortal can go
Mythological characters stand below
Rock the bells

A B-boy symphony complete with bells
No classical fanatic is parallel
From the design of my lyrics many people call me
An immortalized B-boy prodigy
Eeee a misdemeanor, cleaner women I subpoena
No conjecture in my lecture, name and adversary Gina
Promoter, my tune revolves like rotor
Whilst I decode-a the cranium of Yoda
Rehearsing steadily, growing I sing tweeter, mid-range
And woofers need guarding
The bells rip your auditory canal
Plagiarism is suicide for then I shall
Be forced to assault
Our position will halt
Upset you with words
Drink your blood like it`s a malt
Opposite of illusions
Evidently it`s true
The beat metabolism supposed to accelerate you
Hallucinating severe convulsion
Your equilibrium is took from my propolsion
I came here tonight to rock
These bells will never stop
Rock the Bells

Ya livin` on my lines side
Autographs I sign
Inferior fan-recorder of my rhyme
Perfect spectator, well I`m the dominator
You reline and refine, it and you save it for later
Swipe it as you type it
You recite it as you bite it
Then you claim it as your own to get them excited
About it as you shout it
You don`t tell them how go it
And you repeat it and rock it
Multiply it, divide it, ya even sit inside it
It`s L.L.`s rhyme, I know ya wanna bite
You announce, I pounce, destroy, annihilate

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