Rock The Bells

(albüm: Radio - 1985)

LL Cool J is hard as hell
Battle anybody, I don't care who you tell
I excel, they all fell
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells

You've been waiting and debating for oh so long
Just starving like Marvin for a Cool J song
If you cried and thought I died, you definitely was wrong
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J force
Specializing in the rhyming for the record of course
I'm a tower full of power, wind, rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail
Rock the bells!

The king of crowd rockers finally is back
My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, who ain't taken no crap
I'm rhyming and designing with your girl in my lap
The bass is kicking always sticking 'cause you like it that way
You think it's fresh and plus it's def because it's by Cool J
Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock the bells so very well 'cause that's the name of this jam
Rock the bells!

Some girls will like this jam and some girls won't
'Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
LL went to hell, gonna rock the bells
All you washed up rappers wanna do this well
Rock the bells!

Now I'm world-wide known, whether you like it or not
My one man band is Cut Creator, a.k.a. Philpot
He'll never skip it, only rip it when he's on the fader
What's my DJ's name? (Cut Creator!)
Now you know, at my show, who's on the wheels
He'll drive the cross fader like a cut mobile
So precise with a slice that you know he's greater
What's my DJ's name? (Cut Creator!)
Now you know, what do you know, Earl rolls the weed
I go to the store and get Old Gold
So all you crabby looking nappy headed girls get back
'Cause there's a ten-to-one chance that you might get smacked
Rock the bells!

The bells are circulating like the blood in your veins
Why are girlies on the tip? (LL's your name!)
Cut Creator's (good), Cool J is (good-good)
You bring the wood pecker, I'll bring the wood
The bells are whipping and ripping at your body and soul
Why do you like Cool J? (It ain't rock and roll!)
'Cause it ain't the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever since
If their beats were made of meat, then they would have to be mince
Rock the bells!

So listen to the rhymes align the rhyme on time
He'll cut the record in a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you Jheri Curl suckers wearing high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-bes, wanna-bes, when will you learn?
Wanna be like Cool J, you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six Gs for twenty minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growing and glowing like a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson? (We like Cool J!)
That's right, I'm on the mic with the help of the bells
There's no delaying what I'm saying as I'm rocking you well
Rock the bells!