Dangerous Lyrics - Radio - Ll Cool J

His realm is a new horizon of cuts 

They expand from his hand as he conducts 

Aim a lot of cool projects not photography 

Cut-Creator, Philly-Phil's biography 

The lyrical virtual also makes his return 

All adversaries should be concerned 

Ll Cool J is back again 

Allow me to introduce you to my friend Cut-Creator 

He circumcises DJ's while he's on the airwaves 

Till the missions' complete, you're a musical slave 

English revision he endure any collision 

Like a searcher with a scalpel, he'll make the head decision 

As for me I'll annihilate, eggs, I'll let's 'em communicate 

You from rappin' and my lyrics are the best 

Slow down the rap but not the subject matter 

All you sucker DJ's will scatter 

Cut-Crea-tor will employ techniques that will absorb toy boy 

The real helper of cuts, Cut-Creator is his name 

The boys' so nice, my boat is your strain 

You could re-arrange but you don't have the brains 

To arrange scratch-padders for the audio change 

Not trippin' ah, my tree, for the mental geometry 

Just Cool J, that's me, I'm dangerous 

"I need a beat" 

Yeah I made it, don't look astonished 

I had to remind you of what I've accomplished 

My scenario, four-door stereo 

Up-bein' beat, zero is the ratio 

Cut-Creator, LL Cool J 

Say Ole, to what we just played 

Rappers who don't evade instead we invade 

And all competitors will be slayed 

Any comment is a compliment 

No groups' talent can be the equivalent 

Of mine and his combined 

Total harmony between the cuts and the rhyme 

So why listen the greats by the deaf of the bass 

Takin' out every sucker, DJin' the place 

A performance underrated, it's not narrated 

So Cut-Creators social statics can't be alleviated 

He's dangerous 

Demolishin' DJ's in under a second 

I called an old phrase from my last record 

The beat alleviates, the scratch excels 

Except I came hear to raise some hell 

Searchin' up Sykes and cuts like the blade 

He can squeeze a dry sponge and make Kool Aid 

I drink at steady, the record turns many 

Instead of a needle, he uses a machete 

He scuffs the bars a-get you involved 

As the record revolves, DJ's dissolve 

Musically, physically, mentally he's an innovator 

Greater, Cut-Creator is on the cross-fader 

So try to digest what I invent 

On Farmer's Boulevard is where I rest 

I'm numero uno, amigo with an ego 

Je pan de la francais, and Italiano 

From my projects and I'll inject 

Into your ears, a new concept 

Conceived in silence, to be unveiled 

To the Cool J phenomena, all must hail 

I'm dangerous