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LL Cool J

Soul Survivor

 

Soul Survivor

(album: 14 Shots To The Dome - 1993)


Come on, yo come on (survivor, survivor)
Come on, come on, come on, come on (survivor, survivor)
Come on, come on (soul survivor)
Come on, come on, come on, come on

They said I wasn't rough, too much dough, he got an old flow
Every time you open your mouth you feel your elbow
I'll catch a felony on top of a melody
Brought a family, and dough woulda been so happily
I'll beat the Laker off of a clown and chop him down to size
Sick of all these wanna-be bad guys
Made loot, many g's, bought a crib where I live
Told my kids "yo, damn, that I'm a fugitive"
Running from the streets and our beats the sad sheets, uh
A sunny beach, video hoes within reach
Farmers Boulevard liberty and forty is gone
And E ain't put nobody on
When I came back to smack and give 'em a welt
Like belts making them strip and all of that
Punks better run for they guns
I'm not the one and can't nobody rule until L's done

It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)

I worked the Murphy on the mix
What's wrong with these stupid lunatics playing Jordan for a draft pick
I'm harder than finding a job
People wasn't ripping these records, all of y'all would get robbed
I'm coming straight out the barrel with your name on my arm
Blowing the hoody of your head like a home-made bomb (boom!!)
I'm big and so you figured I would relax (nah!)
Don't ever sleep I'll wake ya up with an axe
The Boulevard ain't safe for my beats drop the herb
Twenty times harder without a curse
Making rats flee, hardcore and that's me!!
The baddest soloist in hip-hop history
L-L-C-to-the-O-to-the-O-L-J, so what'cha wanna know?
Throw ya in the MVP on your knees G
A crowbar in your mouth now ask me

It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
Take it to the bridge
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)
Who's the man on the mic?

My territory's hard, I'm rolling with one railguard
The microphone is my credit card
Blowing your boots off, freeload you're too soft
Using a butcher's knife to make your whole root call
I heard somebody said the skills wasn't good
I'm letting eighty tigers loose in this neighborhood (RAH!!)
I pop the willies on my bike, licking shots
And laughing everytime you sneak a weak paragraph in
You blowing your mind, blunted and cocoa and time
Ain't nutting changed, you wrote another wack rhyme
I'll leave your bullet-bittled body on the curb
Looking slerve with a t-shirt don't disturb the herb!!!
You're the next contestant tonight
Come on down to my shake clown the slice is right
Rip your jaw out the socket, been rocking for years
Tell the troop, you're still look with E and drop it!
As I deaf-tify your eye, competition tries to mass my size!!
Burying the acts and your back will be rhymes and tracks
While you're sleeping like a "sleaze-stack" Believe that!!

It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on (soul survivor), come on

It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby
It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)

done

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