You'll Rock
The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
You'll wanna kick steps to the musical feast
And witness the force I'm about to release
You'll rock!
I'm a professional producer of hip-hop songs
In case you're unaware my beats are always strong
I'll exterminate your crew, if I don't like you
With one rhyme I subdue, my adversaries are through
I'm the best, fascinating, my name's Cool J
I'm the royalty of rap, what else can I say?
Experience, rhymin' skill, plus my voice is on wax
Funky-fresh party rocker, so let's face facts
I'll dust a rapper off, if I require practice
Vocal cords so rough that I can eat cactus
Choreographer of rhymes, best of all times
Composition technican with a b-boy's mind
Terrorizin' emcees, destruction's in my path
Make your girlfriend ask me for my autograph
I'm the mic dominater, best of all time
And you ain't heard nothin' till you heard J rhyme
You'll rock!
Now I'mma tell you the name behind the scratchin' sound
He's Cut-Creator, Philly-Phil he has the DJ crown
Me and him are imitated, but never underrated
My rhymes and his cuts have been consolidated
My mission ain't complete without the use of his hands
He makes my rhymes sound fresher, my beat expands
So I'd like you to meet him, but don't attempt to beat him
A five-man crew, me and him'll defeat 'em
He'll scratch, and wipe out all foes
Turntable terrorizer and I think you should know
That we're, high calibered and my name's J
And for all you sucker crews it's Judgment Day
During this encounter, I'm your rhyme sayer
I hate to say it girls, but yes, I'm a player
Material royal, dominating all
Light brown with dimples, and I'm six-feet tall
And promoter of recordings that I call my own
And I'd love to take one of you ladies home
I'll complete and clear, infiltrating your ears
My literature is above Shakespeare
Emcee assassinator and I just won't stop
I'm the author and designer of the jam "You'll Rock"
I'm a lyrical flame, on the heels of fame
And the world will be glad that Cool J came
You'll rock!
Now I'mma dedicate this rhyme to my favorite street
You'll think about it everytime that you hear this beat
Any other jam you hear, just disregard
This is the National Anthem of the Boulevard
See I'm loyal to the boule' cause it taught me the deal
Certainly the place to be, and that's how I feel
Farmers Boulevard, E-Love, and me Cool J
In the center of it all is a Q-3-A
42nd will surrender, Delancy's in fear
Queens Boulevard is soft, they don't come around here
With Cazals on my face, I will hold my space
Entertain, stimulate, and conduct the bass
You'll rock!
Now I'mma kick it for the beat, check complete my mission
Subtracting emcee's like a mathematician
Chairman of the board at the rappin' commision
Soul inventor of this composition
I disintegrate rappers, I can and I could
The great Edgar Allen Poe couldn't write this good
I'm the Warlord of rap, with my own army
Japan's whole military couldn't disarm me
Super bad, cold-crush, number one b-boy
Like a paintin' from Picasso, I'm the real McCoy
Crown-Prince of rappin', Godfather of beats
Emcees that I meet I mutilate and defeat
You'll rock!
You know what I'm sayin'?
Break!
You know what I'm sayin'?
Break!
Break!
Break two!
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
You'll wanna kick steps to the musical feast
And witness the force I'm about to release
You'll rock!
I'm a professional producer of hip-hop songs
In case you're unaware my beats are always strong
I'll exterminate your crew, if I don't like you
With one rhyme I subdue, my adversaries are through
I'm the best, fascinating, my name's Cool J
I'm the royalty of rap, what else can I say?
Experience, rhymin' skill, plus my voice is on wax
Funky-fresh party rocker, so let's face facts
I'll dust a rapper off, if I require practice
Vocal cords so rough that I can eat cactus
Choreographer of rhymes, best of all times
Composition technican with a b-boy's mind
Terrorizin' emcees, destruction's in my path
Make your girlfriend ask me for my autograph
I'm the mic dominater, best of all time
And you ain't heard nothin' till you heard J rhyme
You'll rock!
Now I'mma tell you the name behind the scratchin' sound
He's Cut-Creator, Philly-Phil he has the DJ crown
Me and him are imitated, but never underrated
My rhymes and his cuts have been consolidated
My mission ain't complete without the use of his hands
He makes my rhymes sound fresher, my beat expands
So I'd like you to meet him, but don't attempt to beat him
A five-man crew, me and him'll defeat 'em
He'll scratch, and wipe out all foes
Turntable terrorizer and I think you should know
That we're, high calibered and my name's J
And for all you sucker crews it's Judgment Day
During this encounter, I'm your rhyme sayer
I hate to say it girls, but yes, I'm a player
Material royal, dominating all
Light brown with dimples, and I'm six-feet tall
And promoter of recordings that I call my own
And I'd love to take one of you ladies home
I'll complete and clear, infiltrating your ears
My literature is above Shakespeare
Emcee assassinator and I just won't stop
I'm the author and designer of the jam "You'll Rock"
I'm a lyrical flame, on the heels of fame
And the world will be glad that Cool J came
You'll rock!
Now I'mma dedicate this rhyme to my favorite street
You'll think about it everytime that you hear this beat
Any other jam you hear, just disregard
This is the National Anthem of the Boulevard
See I'm loyal to the boule' cause it taught me the deal
Certainly the place to be, and that's how I feel
Farmers Boulevard, E-Love, and me Cool J
In the center of it all is a Q-3-A
42nd will surrender, Delancy's in fear
Queens Boulevard is soft, they don't come around here
With Cazals on my face, I will hold my space
Entertain, stimulate, and conduct the bass
You'll rock!
Now I'mma kick it for the beat, check complete my mission
Subtracting emcee's like a mathematician
Chairman of the board at the rappin' commision
Soul inventor of this composition
I disintegrate rappers, I can and I could
The great Edgar Allen Poe couldn't write this good
I'm the Warlord of rap, with my own army
Japan's whole military couldn't disarm me
Super bad, cold-crush, number one b-boy
Like a paintin' from Picasso, I'm the real McCoy
Crown-Prince of rappin', Godfather of beats
Emcees that I meet I mutilate and defeat
You'll rock!
You know what I'm sayin'?
Break!
You know what I'm sayin'?
Break!
Break!
Break two!
Credits
Writer(s): James Todd Smith, Rick Rubin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
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