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    Jack The Ripper

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    Jack The Ripper
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      About "Jack The Ripper"

      Lyrics for LL Cool J - "Jack The Ripper"

      Milky, and I'm back
      My ace in the hole was this brand new track
      I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
      Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
      I did it, but the devil didn't make me
      I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
      Proving a point that I'm a serious joint
      You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
      Your head with oil--lots of oil
      Make it run like water, watch it boil
      'Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it
      Made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it---huh!
      Prince of the growl is on the prowl
      How you like me now punk? You living foul
      Here's what my game is, here is what my aim is
      A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is--

      [Chorus:]
      Jack the Ripper
      Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
      Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
      King Hercules!

      Back for the payback, I must say that
      I heard your new jam, I don't play that
      It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
      This year you tried, next year you're quitting
      Last year you thought I was dying out
      But again, and again, and again without a doubt
      It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound
      Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around
      I do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff
      And this is an example of funky stuff
      When you want to make hits, you make 'em like this
      They ain't like this they don't hit, they miss
      It's a strong record, a record for the strong
      For those who appreciate real rap songs
      Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track
      Stay back, I got the power, I'm--

      [Chorus:]

      Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
      A-k-a James Todd Smith
      Hard like penitentiary steel
      Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
      Home girls in the house, see'mon
      Home girls in the house, give it up
      You gotta want to get hotter
      Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot of
      People don't know how nice I am
      People sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
      Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
      Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van
      While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
      Don't run out there ? ? ?
      You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
      Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--

      [Chorus:]
      Break it down! x3
      Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
      [scratches]

      "How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier
      I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier
      Check out the way I say my, display my, play my
      Ain't holding back, behind the cool without the A.Y.
      I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
      It makes me move and I'll improve
      As it goes on, as it flows on
      When you see me, don't ask if the show's on
      How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown
      Pull on my jock to be down
      You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down
      Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
      Aiming to please while I'm killing emcees
      I'm gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPs
      Day after day after day
      Tou smashed in the face by the vase of Cool J
      I'm--[scratches]

      I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
      A killing machine, a savage street talker
      Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax
      To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed
      The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens
      Kicking it mean, keeping it clean
      And you've never seen anybody rock the party
      All you punks ? ? ? this beats Bacardi
      I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you know
      Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano
      Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel
      Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair
      I'm better than any emcee out there
      As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare
      When I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at..

      SONGWRITERS:
      RUBIN, RICK / SMITH, JAMES
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