To the Break of dawn
To the, to the, to the
Times up punk
yea yea Time to settle the score
To the break of dawn, another dumb move
Ha, ha, ha this time it's over boy
This is me and you, head to head, let's go
Here we go, beat down round 2
Heads up punk 'cause it all comes down to
Me and you, face to face, head to head
Mic to mic, I like the weak **** you said
To the break of dawn, beats nitro
Lyrics weak, say goodnight 'cho
Star Trek shades, man cut the joke
Let's get serious and go for broke
You still got a lock on my jock like a pitbull
Victor before you pull it off you thought Mr. Pitiful
Here's some mouthwash, g
Your mouth smells like my jockstrap, C-
A-U-S-E, you're rhyme didn't mean
?D-O-D-D?, junior Moe Dee
Stop biting, chewing, swallowing
Who in the hell told you that you could do what you were doing
Raise up son, I need jock relief
Here's a toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth
You swallow it, yea, finish, burp
Now let a real man go to work
'Cause I'm a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a baby
Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit rabies
Cut ya like a knife 'cause you're nuthin but hype
You slice and dice and ice twice for life
I'm a treat ya like a hooker punk, change your clothes
Put you on the streets wit ya jingling hoes
Keep talking about me and I'll keep pimping
Just bring me that money and take this last whipping
How can one man be so dumb
You're trying to come off and don't know how to come
You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue
You high strung bum come and get done
I'll do you wit a death blow
My lyrical beatdown will leave ya in a coma
'Cause you can't hang without a high school diploma
Your brain of fatigue, you're out of your league
You're running out of gas and you're tank is on E
Somebody buy him a heart 'cause he's petro
Take you're whipping like a man brother let go
No apologies, tears of violence
Get your black suits 'cause I ain't smiling
I'm shooting the gift of gab, brother you're ripped in half
Soon as the mic is past, you won't live to laugh
If there's laughter, I'll get the last one
You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one
So who's got no style, look at your profile
You can't dance, can't dress and you're so foul
Still wearing played out 4 finger rings
Played out fat gold chains and things
You changed your look now change your gameplan
Trying to dress but you still wear name brand
Brother, you look crazy weak
And it gets worse when we hear you speak
So you ain't got a chance in hell
You'll be known as the late LL
The man who lost one, one too often
Came wit a soft one and went to his coffin
A close casket they won't show ya
When I finish, you're mama won't know ya
'Cause I'm a rip you limb from limb
You tombstone read he had no win
So RIP, Rest in peace, rip 'em
D.I.D., dead indeed, did 'em
A H-I-T, hitman, so whatcha hit 'em wit
A rhyme silencer, I hit 'em wit a death blow
If mama said knock me out, come do it
You can't win and that (record scratch) knew it
I'm a send you home in a body bag
Wit the mic in your throat and a jock for a gag
You're out of here, over, finished, all in
And Marly marl can't save you from fallin
'Cause as soon as you came back what did you do
To the break of dawn, another dumb move
You can't go hard, you're just so-so Todd
I'm that type of guy, oh my God
It's gets no rougher comes no weaker
marly hooked the beats so now you need a
Writer to bring you back from hell
Because I'm a rock up L
Low life loser, life like luna
Lafidasical, lispless luna
Tic liver lifeless, living likeness
Lusting longing lyrics like this
Little league, lard larsonist liar
Label ledger, left the leper liar
Bull, lull, lateral learning
Laps language latent lurking
Language, language, local logo
Light laboring, limited local
Now LL's a laughing stock
'Cause I bit that ass to the last stop
I watched you fall like Hitler fell
And now you're down to a broken L
You're records ain't hot and you're shows don't sell
Yo, tell 'em how you fell L, hard as hell
You came back and you thought you had me
But think about it, whos' your daddy
__________________ Rebel, Renegade must stay paid!
..i never really knew why they were beefin' but i think kool moe said it had to do with ll running around saying he's the best and not giving respect to the older pioneers..
__________________
getting women from another world ....
I throw my tape on
And I watch ya
Three second later
I got ya,shakin' your head
Dancin' instead of sittin'
The rhymes kick
The beats hittin' you
Just like a home run
Slammin' like a slam dunk
Riding the wave that James Brown gave funk
It happened to James,like it happened to me
How you think I feel to see another MC
Gettin' paid , usin' my rap style
And I'm playn' the background meanwhile
I ain't with that
You can forget that
You took my style
I'm takin' it back
I'm come back like "Return of the Jedi"
Sucker MC's in the place that said I
Could only rock rhymes
Only rock crowds
But never rock records
Now brothers are riding me
Like a pony
I'm no phony
I'm the only real micaroni
Playin' the mic like it's supposed to be played
New jacks,you all shoulda stayed out of the business
What is this,amateur night at the Apollo?
Get off this stage,I'm in a rage
I'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage
I'm the real king , rap is a jungle
I never understood,how could one go
To a party,watch me,stand around and jock me
Become a rapper,then try to rock me
Scheming like a demon,you're screamin' and dreamin'
I'm from the old school,I used to see men
Dies for less,but I'm not living that way
I'll let my mic do the talkin'
And let the music play
Rap is an art
And I'm a Picasso
But of course
Why else would you try so
Hard to paint a picture, and try to get ya
Self in my shoes,but they won't fit ya
I'm bigger and better,forget about deffer
Every time I rocked the mic,I left a
Stain in your brain that will remain
Stuck in the back of your brain till you see me
Again,respect,I come correct
The rhymes I select are nothing short of
Vernacular's pure and I can insure
Life od death with my breath,my voice is a cure
I heal life from the words I spread
I'll make a sick man rock on his death bed
Sucker MC's , I'll make your girl say "ow"
She's jockin'
It irked my nerve
When I heard
A sucker rapper that I know I'll serve
Run around town sayin' he is the best
Is that a test?
I'm not impressed
Get real,you're nothin' but a toy
Don't ya know I'll serve that boy
Just like a waiter
Hit'em with a place of
These fresh rhymes and
Make sure that he
Pays the bill,and leave him standin' still
When he's had enough,hit him with a refil
And for dessert it won't be no ice cream
I'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream
Make him feel the wrath,beat him and laugh
Then when I finish them,I'm gonna ask him
Who's the bests,and if he don't say Moe Dee
I'll take my whip and make him call himself Toby
Put him on punishment just like a child,then ask
Whip him good,then I'll make him sweat
Talkin' about battles and never had a battle yet
But if we ever did
How could you beat me
You're so petrified
Even scared to meet me
My word's the law
That's why you don't beef
You're nothing but a punk,track star,and a thief
So I'm puttin' you on punishment
Just like a child
Never touch another mic
I could continue
There's more on the menu
But relax 'cos I'm so far in you
You had enough
I know you're overstuffed
If I keep going
You'll be throwin' up
Old rhymes I used to say
Back in the day
When you used to me
To my parties and pay
Nobody's ever gonna rack me
This I vow
So all I wanna say is
__________________ Rebel, Renegade must stay paid!
Want me to get him? Well I got him
My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him
With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed
To make him rewind, this time I draw the line
He's mine...just chill
Don't nobody touch him cos Imma get ill
The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill
And this time I shoot to kill
Just like a sucker you took the bait
Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late
So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up
You're hungry for a battle, now it's time to eat up
Boy, I'm gonna chew you, cos I knew you was
Talkin' that junk, punk, now Imma do you
The way you should be done, call you my son
Make you say "Daddy, I don't want none"
I've had enough of you actin' tough
You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff
Talk about a battle, but you don't wanna do it
You got yourself into it, you blew it
You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac
You came back with a stone cold plain attack
Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?
You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack...
The Ripper, down with my zipper
You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster
Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock
Imma knock you out the box, let's go...
Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?
Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up
Talk about how your records went double platinum
With those lyrics?! Huh, I laugh at them
So you got paid, take the money you've made
Bet it on yourself, are you afraid?
Money talks, B.S. walks
When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked
So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this
Battlin's for real men, and I doubt if
You can even hang or give a run for the money
You're just a sucker, and it's funny
How you never ever had a drop of juice in New York
And now you go on tour and try to talk that talk
You try to act like you're a big man, but you're a big ***
Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man
You ain't got a chance in the world
Your records were smokin', but you sound like a girl...
[How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier
I'm double platinum] Hold up, is he a
Man or a girl? What in the world?
You sound like Cheryl the Pearl
And you wanna battle me on the microphone?
Leave that crack alone, let's go...
Picture that with a Kodak
I don't take no shorts and you know that
I roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard
I don't get even, I get odd, Todd
Always one up on ya
And I tried to warn ya
You slept, you took a backstep
Ruined your rep and wept, you should've kept
Your mouth shut, you know what?
You gotta say you're sorry [I'm sorry] So what?
You call me a punk, you wanna see who's soft?
Put the microphone down, let's square-off
You need a hand, you got hands for
Tryna be me, now LL stands for
Lower Level, Lack Lustre
Last Least, Limp Lover
Lousy Lame, Latent Lethargic
Lazy Lemon, Little Logic
Lucky Leech, Liver Lipped
Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips
Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse
Low Life with the loud raps, boy
You can't win, huh, I don't bend
Look what you got yourself in
Just usin' your name I took those L's
Hung 'em on your head and rocked your bells
Now, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw
Rhyme for rhyme, yours and mine, and yo
When it's time to battle rhyme I know
How to make it flow, so let's go
To the ring, rapper's sing and swing
Words and verse, see who deserves to be king
Serve a blow to that ego
As if you didn't know, let's go...
How can you say you're the best?
Get put to the test in front of a million and fess
Tried to withdraw because you saw
The juice I got's not like before
Huh, I'm formidable, unforgettable
You're submittable, you look pitiful
Yeah you're headstrong, but you're dead wrong
Wanna survive? Stick with the love songs
Take off your shirt, flex and flirt
And leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts
If you don't, boy you'll get hurt
Feel like dirt and have to revert
To comin' on stage butt naked
To make up for what you can't do on record
Open your eyes twice the size and realise
I'm on the rise and you're on the demise
Ostracized by my reprise
Step in my face and watch how that head flies
I mean business and I'm serious
I ain't sellin' out and now here he is
Frontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin'
The money from money, now don't you know they can
Use your support cos you've got caught
Signed, sealed, delivered, sold and bought
A puppet on a string with no heart
A fool and his money will always part
You used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman
Loafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans
I'm too potent, powerful and spiritual
Mental, emotional, physical and lyrical
You wanna beat me? It's gonna take a miracle
You've got a lock on my jock like a pitbull
__________________ Rebel, Renegade must stay paid!
..i never really knew why they were beefin' but i think kool moe said it had to do with ll running around saying he's the best and not giving respect to the older pioneers..
ya, that's what i heard too. Now its ironic how Cannibus says he's the best and doesn't give respect to LL.
Life runs in circles.
__________________ Rebel, Renegade must stay paid!
Look i can speak from experience , i seen both artists (l.l , kool moe dee) perform during thier "war" , and it was simply based on L.L's lack of acknowledgment to the pioneers as someone has stated.
It simply was a "passing of the torch" see during the golden era (83-89) , L.L was considered barnone one of the genre's most brilliant lyricisits, and KOOL MOE DEE being of the era prior (79-82) disagreed greatly , KMD was just standing up for the forgotten slept on greats such as MELLE MEL, BUSY B. and GRANDMASTER CAZ.
In fact, Kool Moe Dee like most "true schoolers" (79-82') felt OFFENDED by L.L COOL J's blantant disses against the old vets...take this lyric for example:
"to all you jeri curled suckers wearing High Heeled Boots
like Ballerinas what i mean is your a fruit loop troupe"...
Everybody and i mean EVERYBODY that lived during that era of hip hop, know that line was directed towards MELLE MEL and FLASH and the Furioius Five, whom were notorious for thier outlandish stage costumes which were heavily influnced by the funk era (parliament, sly stone, earth wind and fire)
and the big band stage presence of the late 70's early 80's.
L.L along with RUN DMC ushered in a new era, of the "dress downed B-BOY" whom simply needed a mic and nothing else, even Kurtis Blow had a problem with RUN DMC stating that they were "posing as gangsters with thier dress downed, aggressive , non-smiling images".....
But L.L COOL J took it to the extreme with his BADDEST RAPPER ALIVE mantras which seemed to rub legends like KOOL MOE DEE the wrong way, with no one stepping up to be a credible rival to L.L at the time, even though a few tried such as Shan with his beatbiter diss directed towards L.L as well as Steady B.'s "I'LL TAKE YOUR RADIO" which he later admitted was a publicity stunt, L.L SEEMED INVINCIBLE.
Not to mention , the afrocentric activist era beginning to take root with P.E and KRS ONE, so L.L seemed like the perfect "TARGET".
KOOL MOE DEE with his "true school sensibilities", complex wordplay, commercial hit single making ability as well as social commentary..BECAME THE PERFECT RIVAL TO L.L!!!
And he took advantage of that, so it wasn't HATE in any way, it's just HIP HOP, somebody had to "take him out", hip hop is about change, and L.L was the antithesis of what was happening in hip hop at the time, self destruction movement, african medallions, five percent rhetoric , black pride...L.L just didn't fit in, and it just so happened that MOE DEE happened to be from HARLEM which at that time was the "mecca" for black thought in N.Y.C was the perfect match.
I think overall KOOL MOE DEE respected L.L and probally did admire him , but just felt that his "ego" had gotten out of control and alot of cats knew that, but NO ONE SAID SHYT, so KOOL MOE DEE took it upon himself to say someting.
Look i can speak from experience , i seen both artists (l.l , kool moe dee) perform during thier "war" , and it was simply based on L.L's lack of acknowledgment to the pioneers as someone has stated.
It simply was a "passing of the torch" see during the golden era (83-89) , L.L was considered barnone one of the genre's most brilliant lyricisits, and KOOL MOE DEE being of the era prior (79-82) disagreed greatly , KMD was just standing up for the forgotten slept on greats such as MELLE MEL, BUSY B. and GRANDMASTER CAZ.
In fact, Kool Moe Dee like most "true schoolers" (79-82') felt OFFENDED by L.L COOL J's blantant disses against the old vets...take this lyric for example:
"to all you jeri curled suckers wearing High Heeled Boots
like Ballerinas what i mean is your a fruit loop troupe"...
Everybody and i mean EVERYBODY that lived during that era of hip hop, know that line was directed towards MELLE MEL and FLASH and the Furioius Five, whom were notorious for thier outlandish stage costumes which were heavily influnced by the funk era (parliament, sly stone, earth wind and fire)
and the big band stage presence of the late 70's early 80's.
L.L along with RUN DMC ushered in a new era, of the "dress downed B-BOY" whom simply needed a mic and nothing else, even Kurtis Blow had a problem with RUN DMC stating that they were "posing as gangsters with thier dress downed, aggressive , non-smiling images".....
But L.L COOL J took it to the extreme with his BADDEST RAPPER ALIVE mantras which seemed to rub legends like KOOL MOE DEE the wrong way, with no one stepping up to be a credible rival to L.L at the time, even though a few tried such as Shan with his beatbiter diss directed towards L.L as well as Steady B.'s "I'LL TAKE YOUR RADIO" which he later admitted was a publicity stunt, L.L SEEMED INVINCIBLE.
Not to mention , the afrocentric activist era beginning to take root with P.E and KRS ONE, so L.L seemed like the perfect "TARGET".
KOOL MOE DEE with his "true school sensibilities", complex wordplay, commercial hit single making ability as well as social commentary..BECAME THE PERFECT RIVAL TO L.L!!!
And he took advantage of that, so it wasn't HATE in any way, it's just HIP HOP, somebody had to "take him out", hip hop is about change, and L.L was the antithesis of what was happening in hip hop at the time, self destruction movement, african medallions, five percent rhetoric , black pride...L.L just didn't fit in, and it just so happened that MOE DEE happened to be from HARLEM which at that time was the "mecca" for black thought in N.Y.C was the perfect match.
I think overall KOOL MOE DEE respected L.L and probally did admire him , but just felt that his "ego" had gotten out of control and alot of cats knew that, but NO ONE SAID SHYT, so KOOL MOE DEE took it upon himself to say someting.
wow, you opened up my eyes to some serious hip hop knowledge Suge.
Props for that hip hop knowledge.
the KMD-LL battle in restrospect made perfect sense as hip hop as u stated is about change.
That was pure hip hop back then..
__________________ Rebel, Renegade must stay paid!
Look i can speak from experience , i seen both artists (l.l , kool moe dee) perform during thier "war" , and it was simply based on L.L's lack of acknowledgment to the pioneers as someone has stated.
It simply was a "passing of the torch" see during the golden era (83-89) , L.L was considered barnone one of the genre's most brilliant lyricisits, and KOOL MOE DEE being of the era prior (79-82) disagreed greatly , KMD was just standing up for the forgotten slept on greats such as MELLE MEL, BUSY B. and GRANDMASTER CAZ.
In fact, Kool Moe Dee like most "true schoolers" (79-82') felt OFFENDED by L.L COOL J's blantant disses against the old vets...take this lyric for example:
"to all you jeri curled suckers wearing High Heeled Boots
like Ballerinas what i mean is your a fruit loop troupe"...
Everybody and i mean EVERYBODY that lived during that era of hip hop, know that line was directed towards MELLE MEL and FLASH and the Furioius Five, whom were notorious for thier outlandish stage costumes which were heavily influnced by the funk era (parliament, sly stone, earth wind and fire)
and the big band stage presence of the late 70's early 80's.
L.L along with RUN DMC ushered in a new era, of the "dress downed B-BOY" whom simply needed a mic and nothing else, even Kurtis Blow had a problem with RUN DMC stating that they were "posing as gangsters with thier dress downed, aggressive , non-smiling images".....
But L.L COOL J took it to the extreme with his BADDEST RAPPER ALIVE mantras which seemed to rub legends like KOOL MOE DEE the wrong way, with no one stepping up to be a credible rival to L.L at the time, even though a few tried such as Shan with his beatbiter diss directed towards L.L as well as Steady B.'s "I'LL TAKE YOUR RADIO" which he later admitted was a publicity stunt, L.L SEEMED INVINCIBLE.
Not to mention , the afrocentric activist era beginning to take root with P.E and KRS ONE, so L.L seemed like the perfect "TARGET".
KOOL MOE DEE with his "true school sensibilities", complex wordplay, commercial hit single making ability as well as social commentary..BECAME THE PERFECT RIVAL TO L.L!!!
And he took advantage of that, so it wasn't HATE in any way, it's just HIP HOP, somebody had to "take him out", hip hop is about change, and L.L was the antithesis of what was happening in hip hop at the time, self destruction movement, african medallions, five percent rhetoric , black pride...L.L just didn't fit in, and it just so happened that MOE DEE happened to be from HARLEM which at that time was the "mecca" for black thought in N.Y.C was the perfect match.
I think overall KOOL MOE DEE respected L.L and probally did admire him , but just felt that his "ego" had gotten out of control and alot of cats knew that, but NO ONE SAID SHYT, so KOOL MOE DEE took it upon himself to say someting.
On the low, you one of the best posters on here. Good shiit.
__________________ "But since I house more niiggaz than section eight
State statements about your state
although my state of mind fornicates breaks
Your magazine ad got you souped up
Test-y like two nuts, marketing gimmicks"
Thanks guys...but yeah on the real, no matter how "INTENSE" the battle got, never at anytime did we (the audience) or the (m.c fraternity) feel that it would carry over into VIOLENCE.
Hell i can't front, L.L said some "vile thangs" :
"pass the wine cooler , you big black (laughs)" -JINGLING BABY
"skin needs lotion , mouth needs colgate
wise up , you burnt up french fry, i'm that type of guy-
TO THE BREAK OF
DAWN
All of the above statements by L.L could be construed as distasteful and below the belt, but keep in mind this was the GOLDEN ERA, and regardless how "foul" the rhymes got, NOBODY HAD TO WORRY ABOUT GETTING "BODIED" over this....we knew it was just simply music done in a competetive spirit.
Hell, if anybody could have justification for HATING L.L COOL J. it would most likely be ICE T.
Like i said, L.L just stood for elements that everyone (gangsta, pro-black nationalists, b-boys, materialists) just despised.
I guess due to ICE T's zulu nation affiliation as well as strong bonds with the BDP CREW , it was natural for ICE T. to just have a problem with L.L, what specific reason...i don't know.
But i do know, L.L humilated ICE T. in the vicious diss track TO THE BREAK A DAWN by taking cheap shots at his wife, and calling him a petty thief as well as looking like a "hip hop racoon" with that ponytail of his (l.o.l) i'm sorry but that shyt was mad funny , but all in all, being the hip hop statesman that both L.L and ICE were they never TOOK IT THE "STREETS" so overall this battle was a gentleman's battle, and it's sad that rappers today can't continue this ethical standard, that the pioneers worked so hard to create.
I heard LL had to have mad protection when he came through LA though. Like niigggaz was gonna ride on him, that's what Ice T said. He was like his homies was like "You can diss him but that niigga can't diss you" on some "When we see him we bound to body this niiigga" but Ice T was like chill it ain't even serious.
__________________ "But since I house more niiggaz than section eight
State statements about your state
although my state of mind fornicates breaks
Your magazine ad got you souped up
Test-y like two nuts, marketing gimmicks"
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Kool Moe Dee seriously HATED LL
