To Da Break of Dawn (Bug Out Mix)

Yeah (to the break of dawn)
All my effects involved (to the break of dawn)
As we get funky (to the break of dawn)
Problems will be solved (to the break of dawn)
Everybody knows (to the break of dawn)
When it come to a situation like this (to the break of dawn)

Little more effects (to the break of dawn)
And I can't resist (to the break of dawn)
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'? (to the break of dawn)
LL Cool J style, but (to the break of dawn)
This ain't on a pop tip, check it out (to the break of dawn)

What is a panther? (huh) A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens (huh)
Strong as liquor that be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow
Made another million, so competitors bow (huh)

Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong
Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Huh, you can't handle the whole weight
Your skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up, you little burnt up French fry
I'm that type of guy (huh)

And I slammed you know, just like a sumo
Put him in Pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, he'll need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
Gettin' crushed by a LL theme
Somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask
Buck, you little bloodclaat boy, you must not know

The rep I keep, the MCs I peep, sweep
Play cheap and freak with a chic unique technique
Get rid of the yuck-mouth smile
'Cause brother, huh, you ain't got no style

Keep on (to the break of dawn)
To the break of dawn, yeah
Keep on, to the break of dawn
Ayo, that's kinda funky, but check this out here, yeah

Immaculate styles I use to abuse MCs
So light the fuse and spread the news, you lose
To the damager, microphone manager
Cold crush and bruise and bandage a amateur (huh)
That amateur swingin' a hammer
From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff, dead, shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with

'Cause I don't need a partner to swing
Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring
Shootin' the gift, but you just don't shoot it right
You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town
So don't try to play post, clown
You know that LL's back in town
And all the wanna-be sheriffs is gettin' shot down

Gimme that microphone
I'mma show you the real meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin'
Huh, you little snake in the grass
You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass
Gimme a lighter, woof
Now you're cut loose from that Jheri curl juice

Cool J is back on the map (huh)
And when I see ya, I'mma give you a slap (huh)
That's right, a little kick for that crap
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap

Keep on (to the break of dawn)
Yeah (to the break of dawn), pump it up
I said keep on (to the break of dawn), rock that shit
Check this out (to the break of dawn), yeah

How dare you stand beside me
I'm cool, I freeze I-C-E (too)
On your trail and I'mma cut that ponytail
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'mma drink you down over the rocks
While the freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom (huh)

In the immortal words of LL, "Hard as hell"
Your broad wears it well
She's the reason that your record sold a few copies
But your rhymes are sloppy
Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped
And stopped (huh), I ain't Murray the cop
Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix

So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes
You little hip-hop raccoon
I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef
Before you rapped, you was a downtown car thief
Workin' in a parking lot
A brother with a perm deserves to get burned (huh)
So tell me how you like your cold cream
On a cone, in a bowl or in a wet dream

With your TV on channel fuzz
Uncle L, that's how much damage he does
Here's five dollars, catch a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab

Keep on (to the break of dawn)
Yeah (to the break of dawn)
I said keep on (to the break of dawn)

Just wanted to funk it up a little bit (to the break of dawn)
My man Pete Rock just walked up in the crib
You know what I'm sayin'? (to the break of dawn)
Over here at Marley Marl house, just coolin' out
My man Clash in the house, huh (to the break of dawn)
Sippin' on this Bartles and Jaymes premium peach-flavored wine cooler
(Huh) yeah
Loungin' back (to the break of dawn), keep on, yes
Peace (to the break of dawn), huh
Yeah, to the break of dawn, to the break of dawn