Letra The vow Ll Cool J

The vow

There was smoke when the mother's water broke
The doc saw the horns, oh my God, it's a goat!
The nurse cut the cord, got shocked with a million volts
Almost dropped him on the floor, but the baby started to float
Umbilical cord turned into a gold rope
A mic appeared in his hand, body started to jolt
Angels injected him with lyrical dope
The same drug they gave Hemingway and Edgar Allen Poe

The whole worlds raven for the baby, the bell tolls
A crowd gathered 'round, throwing punches and elbows
Then his mama arose and recited a poem
Todd's a hip-hop god, fuck rock and roll
Put the baby in the whip, there was a solar eclipse
Then a spirit came, wrote his name down in hieroglyphs
Breakbeats played, he had speaker for a crib
She screamed, "Jack the Rip" and ignited his gifts

To the parents he's a legend, to the children a myth
Here's some firsthand experience of Mr. Smith
Alias Mr. Killing-Every-Rapper-In-His-Radius
Ciphers to stadiums, bars is vibranium
Molecular structure of the nucleus of his cranium
Platinum, uranium, lyrical titanium
In other words, whoever it concern
If you fuck around with fire, you gon' get that ass turned to ash
True story, I'm a walking crematorium
Helping rappers urn obituaries from historians
Banging on 'em, yellow tape and red sheets laying on 'em
Carved hands, tombstones, praying for 'em
Moving the chess pieces like telekinesis
As a toddler, he walked with two panthers on leashes
Learned early on where the mark of the beast is
By the time he hit puberty, he richer than Croesus

Slicker than Odysseus on a odyssey, intellect is part of me
So pardon me if it harder to follow me, what does that mean?
He's a mythological melanated progeny of royalty, spraying you with soliloquies
Gil Heron with the camouflage gear on
Ignorance is the virus, my ink is the interferon
The last poet, revolutionary with guns loaded
Back to elevate the culture, that's my only motive

Uh, to fuck with me you need ya ammo up
Proceed to stand on punks, you know the schemes will leave ya flannel scuffed
Peep the handle, son, know my procedure be to damage stuff
No Madden franchise, but this my season, we just having fun
Uh, cash rules everything I hate and love
Niggas hate to face reality that's why we taking drugs
Payin' plugs, but there will come a time when it just ain't enough
You might just turn to Cobain if you ain't as tough
I might emerge with propane, it's a fatal stunt
Properly insert a bold claim as if I ain't the one
And now I'm rhyming with a legend, like I said I would
Intrinsically, I murder beats just like a legend should
Tried to convince 'em I was meant for this, the best I could
Niggas narcoleptic, won't accept I'm here to wreck for good
Feelin' more intrepid, more receptive since I left the hood
Feelin' more adept and on ya neck's where I'ma plant my foot

Name a nigga that flow harder
Flow more graphic than flowcharts
Won't relax 'til I build up these plaques and hold tartar
Spare no targets
Got a flow so nauseous
I cough up words and throw bars up

Hardly a reverend, but I'm always gon' thank the Lord for the blessings
In life, I learned that taking losses is a part of the lesson
I fathered you peasants, you niggas my sons
So when I kill you motherfuckers, we'll just call it postpartum depression

Lafayette, Louisiana, where niggas be squeezing hammers
Niggas don't speak with grammar, so people gon' think we bamas
It's frequent to keep your hands up, anybody can get it
And anybody can give it to you, it's like "Secret Santa"
I'm sayin', you niggas is nothing like me and my–
You look at niggas and deify, we defy
Defeat and divide, reheat and refry
Niggas ain't reachin' this high
Need to repeat and retry

Bitch, I'm too different to be in any competition with y'all
The only way I quit is if you get petitions involved
So you can place your bets, you bet against me, you gon' stay in debt
I stay the best 'cause I'm the only rookie that can face the vets

You little niggas never raisin' threats
You niggas bitter and y'all sweet, you motherfuckas is Raisinettes
I'm laying low and chasing checks
'Cause when I blow, I'm finna run the rap game like the FitnessGram Pacer Test

You niggas can't check me, I hope your next move don't upset me
Got fresh prints on this barrel, in a suit like Jeffrey
I get you clean, feel your towel, had to clean up the town
For the beef we brown, like releasin' the hounds
Had the monkey on the counter with his hands on his mouth
The other monkey, for his ears, we ain't hearin' you out
The third monkey had his hands over his eyes
So you can get buried if you imply
I'm outta the country, where two can dine, now honey, you can't deny
The shooters come in flurries, like Curry and Luka Don
Now say hello to the motherfuckin' Don, tiptoe
Don't you come across that line
Don't die
'Cause you just one of plenty niggas I ain't any nigga
Billion dollars worth of silly niggas, we brought gilly with us
That separates you from your mom, with titty, nigga
Jump about the Bentley, nigga, better sit up when you see the tadow