Jack The Ripper Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Ll Cool J

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, kill 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 

No one out there thought you could do 

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 

J on the 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 funky beataholics, 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..