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To Da Break of Dawn Lyrics

from Mama Said Knock You Out

"To Da Break of Dawn" is track #7 on the album Mama Said Knock You Out. It was written by Williams, Marlon / Smith, James Todd.
"To Da Break of Dawn" is track #7 on the album Mama Said Knock You Out. It was written by Williams, Marlon / Smith, James Todd.

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Yeah
(To da break of dawn)

All my sex involved as we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Little more effects and I can't resist

So we get funky in the house, youknowmsayin?
L.L. Cool J style, what?
This ain't on a pop tip
Check it out

What is a panther? 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

Strong as liquor, to 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

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

Ha, you can't handle the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up, you little burnt up French fry
I'm that type of guy and I slammed you know just like a sumo

Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you 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 L.L. theme
Somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot boy, you must not know
The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap

And freak with a chic unique technique
Get rid of the Yukmouth smile
'Cause brother, you ain't got no style

Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah, keep on
(To da break of dawn)

Hey yo, that's kinda funky
But check this out here
(Rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah

Immaculate styles I use to abuse MC's, so light the fuse
And spread the news, you lose to the damager
Microphone manager, cold crush and bruise
And bandage a amateur, 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 the L.L.'s back in town
And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin' shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'ma 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 Jherri curl juice, Cool J is back on the map
And when I see ya, I'ma give you a slap
That's right, a little kick for that crap
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap

Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
Funk it up, I said keep on
(To da break of dawn)

(Yo, rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Check this out
Yeah

How dare you stand beside me, I'm Cool, I freeze I C E
On your trail and I'ma cut that bull tail
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'ma drink you down over the rocks

While I freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words of L.L., '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, 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 racoon, 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

So tell me, how you like your coat 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 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab

Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
I say keep on
(To da break of dawn)

Just wanted to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
Youknowmsayin'? Over here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin' out, my man Clash in the house

Sippin' on this Bartles & Jaymes
Premium piece flavor out the cooler
Loungin' back

Keep on
Peace

Songwriters
WILLIAMS, MARLON / SMITH, JAMES TODD

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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