Gender:
Male

Age:
32

Location:
Stockholm Sweden

Member Since:
10.02.08

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A-yo I'm serious, I'm not the type to joke a lot

Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots

No other write rhymes like these

I'm cool as a light breeze, I'm playin' rappers out like striped Lees

I'm Smoother than velvet, my lyrics are well writ

You sayin' L's this and L's that: get off L dick

I don't roll with punks I only roll with live guys

And we do drivebys in 325 I's

I had beef with this thief named Randolph

Now he's in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed

So you better leave L alone

Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone

Yo I'm the brother that you never even thought of beatin'

Black white or Puerto Rican, I'm gonna slaughter each and

Every crab MC that runs up

When a battle comes up, give me two thumbs up

I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings

It's all about me, yo it's a B. I. G. L thing

The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes

A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time

One two one two crews I run through

Fuck karate, Big L practice Gun Fu

Cause I'm a MC assassinator

I grab the mag and leave a nag leakin' like activator

Step to this and get shanked up

I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt

And I entertain well because of my brain cells

I'm naughty and stop callin' me shorty my name's L

My raps are hotter than the bahamas

MC's be talkin' about breakin' jaws when they couldn't break a promise

With Big L you can't swing long

So get behind me and sing, cause every hero got a theme song

[Verse 3: Big L]

The Big L's back to attack with a fat rap

Matter of fact black I'm puttin' Harlem on the map

Wassup cause I'm a stiggy star

Breakin' 'em up and then takin' they heart

You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin' microphones apart

I'm undefeated that's the stone truth

Cause battlin' me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth

I take lives with no pride, I just committed a homicide

A punk brother died cause he tried

To take my cash but he didn't last, I pulled out fast

He tried to bash then I blast on his monkey ass (boom)

I make a lot of doe, I'm quick to spot a foe

Even if my grandma violate, she gotta go!

When I was young I played with guns, not a kiddy toy

Cause I'm a ruff rugged gangsta, not a pretty boy

Facts on tracks I recite well

Everybody wanna be like Mike, but Mike wanna be like L

Aiyyo big shots to all them niggas on the corner

Doin' something they ain't got no business doin'

I gotta say what's up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce Squad

Can't forget my peeps from Brooklyn youknowhatI'msayin'?

Like Box and Herb and Big Sid

A-yo L you must be buggin' B

You didn't even let me say what's up to my hoes B

Oh yeah we gotta say what's up to the hoes man

Word up let's go see our P.O

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