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4, 3, 2, 1 Lyrics

from Phenomenon

"4, 3, 2, 1" is track #9 on the album Phenomenon. It was written by Sermon, Erick S. / Simmons, Earl / Smith, Clifford / Noble, Reggie / Smith, James Todd / Williams, Germaine.
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Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
My mon methtical come and get some

Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, conflict ion
Poisonous darts sickenin', best believe
Finger itchin' with two broke legs, now Im trippin

On Mcs cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, God no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw

From my punch buggy sunnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last huggie, runnin' who?
Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin' through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect wu

Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin' Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up
While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro your metro

Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin'
Shit Im drivin' in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the drivers head in the chin' see

When I approach rappers be takin' notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolute, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin' til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

Im the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it
Canibus is the type wholl fight for mics
Beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life

When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough, and then Ill call your bluff
Like, yo, how many rhymes you got? I think Ill go on
For more millenniums than Mazdas got on the car lot

And theres nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly
And get shot down with a surface-to-air missile

I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
Anybody who aint close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? Im already doin' a hundred
When Im blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it

Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or Im gon gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, its gon be that
See that, that shitll finish you dawg, believe that

Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possessions?
Dont be a stupid niggs, learn a lesson
Im gon get you either way, and its better to live
Let me get whats between your sock, cause its, better to give

Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Dont make me put your somewhere where nobodyll smell you
And when the lights is out, they dont come back on
This aint a flick you aint gon come back on, you aint that strong

You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
Youse a pink nigga, ski mask for it, baby
So I can hit you up on front teeth, you think Im sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
My mon methtical come and get some

When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little Shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed, yeah, word up
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur

How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
Ima do this shit for free this time this ones for fun

Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
With one thesis, LL Cool J is hard
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype

But thats like pickin' up a ball, playin' with Mike
Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight
Snappin, you amateur mcs
Dont you know Im like the dream team tourin' overseas

For rappers in my circle Im a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin' a tiger cub to his knees
In the history of rap theyve never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance, word up

Now lets get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side itd transform into a time bomb
You dont wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you dont wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socialize

And Im daring every mc in the game
To play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth dont ever step out of line
LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time

Songwriters
SERMON, ERICK S. / SIMMONS, EARL / SMITH, CLIFFORD / NOBLE, REGGIE / SMITH, JAMES TODD / WILLIAMS, GERMAINE

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