.357 - Break It on Down

To rappers, I'm a Nightmare on Elm Street

Hella-fied hotter than heat

Guess why the others can't eat?

'Cause I'm a carnivore and I can eat much more

Than a fat man after I pack a jam

LL's thicker than butter

Well known throat cutter

When I'm involved, all the amateurs stutter

They're scared and can't believe that their whole crew

Ain't a rapper alive that can fill my shoes

I'm dope on a rope, virgins wanna elope

I do the hustle and the shuffle and the rope-a-dope

'Cause I'm the hardest hard rock in the hard rock town

I got a (.357) and I break it on down

Just like Ali Baba and the forty thieves

So nasty, you don't know whether to stay or leave

More feared than even Bluebeard, I serve Primrose

A picture of me is like one of Michelangelo's

I don't play the banjo, will you ever understand yo?

So fiend, I mean no matter how old, I go Rambo

Cock-strong, half a block long

Illy-ill, fire starter hittin' harder than King Kong

Not a battle-axe, not run of the mill

Not easily knocked out or easily killed

'Cause I'm the hardest hard rock in the hard rock town

I got a (.357) and I break it on down

Boy, I'm better than better is, badder than badder is

I won't scare 'em or dare 'em, I'll just splatter his

Guts, kick his butt while Bob is rockin' the cuts

Wanna step in the ring with me? You must be nuts

Not Isis in a crisis or Freddy when he's ready

Or Jason when he's chasin'

My silhouette, a scene, I mean, I'm icing and acing

Amateurs who lack it, can't hack it, I attack it

That's why I wanna crack it

They're sellin' the soul of little kids who can't roll

I told 'em, scold 'em, teach 'em and mold 'em

Get paid ten knots at a time and then I fold 'em

I remember the blood and I remember what told 'em

I can, can't, 'cause I'm down with E

Yet you have the audacity to try and mess with M-E

Hypersonic is weak and supersonic is wack

Sneak around after midnight, like a Siamese cat

Pelham (123), catch 22, I'm H-A-R-D

I'm the hardest hard rock in the hard rock town

I got a (.357) and I break it on down

I'm a nappy, sappy, crappy imitator of who

If I ever imitated, it wouldn't be you, ooh

You don't know, so many have died

When the LL growl was amplified

Get back, better yet, step back, get that

Like Shaft and The Mack, 'cause I'm mad and I'm black

I'm a perfect blend, a good boyfriend

I'm the rap rules the country, I'm Cool

J-A-M-E-S, fresh as cliché, but soul is my forté

Disco is out, rhythm and blues is old news

P's and Q's keep me in new shoes

And you're dissin' me because I'm young and I'm strong

And I'm capable of making a platinum LP

Wrong you was, you assumed I was all in

But boy is still ballin', they'll never say I'm fallin'

Callin' all cars for the brother in black

L-E-L, The Mack, back bone of this track

The force full of force to put you on your back

Makin' hit after hit, while you search for a contract

Hotter than hot, now watch how hot I can get

Leavin' rappers freeze-dried and skimmer's dimmer's wet

'Cause I'm the hardest hard rock in the hard rock town

I got a (.357) and I break it on down