[00:00.00] 作词 : Smith, Williams
[00:01.00] 作曲 : LL Cool J & M. Williams
[00:02.38]ll cool j
[00:04.32]murdergram
[00:05.99]Aiyyo don't go near the speakers
[00:07.42]J）（LL Cool
[00:07.70]
[00:16.39]The big showdown the display is skill
[00:18.46]I'm the type of Picasso witcha girl on the pill
[00:20.45]Take a family snap shot kiss ya wife
[00:22.01]
[00:22.52]Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is right
[00:24.77]And I'll take ya life and take ya like python
[00:26.61]I'ma do you wrong
[00:29.36]Any emcee who you wanna name?
[00:30.36]
[00:30.99]I want pain that I can be tamed
[00:32.86]Talkin about guns punk it don't alarm me
[00:34.49]
[00:35.43]Got enough cash to make a whole damn army
[00:37.05]I can't hold back the way that I feel
[00:39.17]Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin off banana peels
[00:41.67]Ya like fruit cake ya fruit cocktails
[00:43.55]First your title now I'm takin your female
[00:46.11]All of a sudden you're so proud of a black
[00:47.99]A baseball hat but you ain't sayin jack
[00:49.62]The ripper is back and you can't escape
[00:50.86]Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
[00:53.49]I want beef so bring on the rookies
[00:56.05]I got more than just Cool J cookies
[00:57.36]Rip Rock, crush, stop, cop, I'm poison come and take a drop
[00:59.86]I bet ya teeth will end up around the corner kid
[01:02.05]Don't ask me why I did it
[01:04.49]I'm civilized damage to a nobody
[01:05.86]And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
[01:08.23]New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
[01:09.30]
[01:11.81]I'll slay wherever ya play
[01:13.50]D.C. or Philly, or Baltimore
[01:15.37]I'm worrying the rich, invading the poor
[01:18.00]Perpetrating in your video, here's the real smoothing
[01:20.31]Country accents, who do you think you're foolin?
[01:22.37]I play ＂crushable＂, ＂late night craps＂
[01:25.25]You only knew cause ya onto your raps
[01:26.93]And rap city and V.E.T.
[01:28.18]
[01:28.75]The channel 31 and but now here I come
[01:31.00]To save the day and the now you're getting done
[01:33.00]Like a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
[01:34.62]The first sign of the battle you little fake
[01:37.18]It's comin out ya kitchen sink
[01:39.38]Your Mic's a baby bottle son
[01:40.93]Some say they ain't but I am the one
[01:43.31]The slice is that the fire boy it'll break ya
[01:45.31]Servin or heard em a word occurred to him
[01:48.50]Then he could move a would get moved on
[01:51.00]Like a shotgun blast big mouth emcees I'll bet ya none last
[01:53.68]Cause they ain't sable or able
[01:55.56]And I bruise the party like jumper cables
[01:57.68]So plug me in and put me on
[01:59.12]I'm serial hard so I can battle amore
[02:00.50]From coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
[02:02.37]Use a dictionary but you still don't phase me
[02:04.31]Listen ansd we can sound cheap
[02:06.37]Reach out for my blackness but your records ain't wack this
[02:08.19]Your bitin on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
[02:11.19]I won't see ya no more
[02:13.25]Let's get together and diss LL
[02:14.38]Use his name and ya records might sell
[02:16.00]I can't believe you found a dead maggots
[02:18.06]Crawlin all over my name I won't have that
[02:20.37]You better look in the mirror and re-think your plan
[02:22.68]
[02:23.24]Why walk in quicksand?
[02:24.06]When you can stand on your own two feet
[02:26.81]I'm rippin emcees a funky drum with a big beat
[02:28.62]
[02:29.19]Name the date and a or Rainer
[02:30.93]Ya three year old ballerina
[02:32.18]I can't believe the suckers try to throw-down
[02:34.62]Whether you're new or older than old town
[02:37.37]Just kick back I don't like a ?stagger wagger? psycho rap
[02:39.49]You can't handle the format
[02:40.94]Whether you're swab or swoon
[02:43.25]Ruff or rugged all I need is a broom
[02:45.62]If I slay the way they slay, punk play the pay
[02:47.50]Mr. Morris has entered the buffet
[02:49.31]Some of y'all are sittin in rows
[02:51.19]Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balamey
[02:54.37]Slap ya with salami cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
[02:57.50]Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear bass
[03:00.93]But you feel the thunder
[03:02.18]You get cooked I'll knock out your tooth
[03:04.25]We'll be fighting from lobby to the roof
[03:06.12]You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime
[03:08.06]Yo Marley （Whassup?） spill the time
[03:10.87]（Nah man, just kick a little warmth）
[03:14.56]Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
[03:15.93]When I'm on the microphone I want silence
[03:17.18]Let KRS-One stop the violence
[03:18.25]Ain't no rivals ain't no competition
[03:19.68]Punk, I'm beatin ya into submission
[03:21.43]I'm gettin busier than ever before
[03:23.24]Never more will I'll slack I'ma keep it real raw
[03:25.62]Eat ya up like a pack-jam
[03:27.06]
[03:28.68]Video is poppin over a Batman
[03:30.12]Rippin you to shreds, tappin you on the head
[03:31.99]Then leave the battle lookin as happy as a newly wed
[03:34.00]Give me a tech-nine to spray
[03:35.24]Save the peep and put it on law-away
[03:37.49]I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
[03:41.18]Feel ya weep about the murdergram

作词 : Smith, Williams
作曲 : LL Cool J & M. Williams
ll cool j
murdergram
Aiyyo don't go near the speakers
J）（LL Cool
The big showdown the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso witcha girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life and take ya like python
I'ma do you wrong
Any emcee who you wanna name?
I want pain that I can be tamed
Talkin about guns punk it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn army
I can't hold back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake ya fruit cocktails
First your title now I'm takin your female
All of a sudden you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't sayin jack
The ripper is back and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
I want beef so bring on the rookies
I got more than just Cool J cookies
Rip Rock, crush, stop, cop, I'm poison come and take a drop
I bet ya teeth will end up around the corner kid
Don't ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or Baltimore
I'm worrying the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video, here's the real smoothing
Country accents, who do you think you're foolin?
I play ＂crushable＂, ＂late night craps＂
You only knew cause ya onto your raps
And rap city and V.E.T.
The channel 31 and but now here I come
To save the day and the now you're getting done
Like a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you little fake
It's comin out ya kitchen sink
Your Mic's a baby bottle son
Some say they ain't but I am the one
The slice is that the fire boy it'll break ya
Servin or heard em a word occurred to him
Then he could move a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast big mouth emcees I'll bet ya none last
Cause they ain't sable or able
And I bruise the party like jumper cables
So plug me in and put me on
I'm serial hard so I can battle amore
From coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary but you still don't phase me
Listen ansd we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness but your records ain't wack this
Your bitin on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no more
Let's get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya records might sell
I can't believe you found a dead maggots
Crawlin all over my name I won't have that
You better look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in quicksand?
When you can stand on your own two feet
I'm rippin emcees a funky drum with a big beat
Name the date and a or Rainer
Ya three year old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older than old town
Just kick back I don't like a ?stagger wagger? psycho rap
You can't handle the format
Whether you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged all I need is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the buffet
Some of y'all are sittin in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you feel the thunder
You get cooked I'll knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote your dinnertime
Yo Marley （Whassup?） spill the time
（Nah man, just kick a little warmth）
Pass the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the violence
Ain't no rivals ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin ya into submission
I'm gettin busier than ever before
Never more will I'll slack I'ma keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a pack-jam
Video is poppin over a Batman
Rippin you to shreds, tappin you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin as happy as a newly wed
Give me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya weep about the murdergram