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James Todd Smith (born January 14, 1968), better known as LL Cool J (an abbreviation for Ladies Love Cool James), is an American rapper, entrepreneur, and actor from Bay Shore, New York. He is known for romantic ballads such as "I Need Love", "Around the Way Girl" and "Hey Lover" as well as pioneering hip-hop such as "I Can't Live Without My Radio", "I'm Bad", "The Boomin' System", and "Mama Said Knock You Out". He has released thirteen studio albums and two greatest hits compilations, including 2008's Exit 13, the last for his record deal with Def Jam Recordings. He has also appeared in numerous films, and currently stars as NCIS Special Agent Sam Hanna on the CBS crime drama television series NCIS: Los Angeles.
As he grew older, Smith found a way to escape the effects of his abuse, and his bullying attitude: hip-hop music. He fell in love with it at the age of nine, and by 11 he was writing lyrics and making his own songs with some DJ equipment his grandmother gave him to stop him riding motorcycles or doing karate. Before too long, LL was an established member of the Hip-Hop community in his area. He gained notoriety through his many rap battles against well-established MCs, including the battle against Chicken and Porn that rocketed him to fame.
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Rev Run Renovation - The Kitchen
Rev Run's Renovation - Angela's Abode
Rev Run - Mind On The Road
Rev Run on how Run DMC got started, times with LL Cool J and the Beastie Boys
Rev Run's "Freestyle" On WGCI's Morning Riot
Rev Run and sons and Ice Cube and sons Rapping
Rev Run from DMC 1st wife Valerie Vaughn interviewed by Charay Vaughn
Tyrese & Rev Run Interview at The Breakfast Club 2-6-13 [power 105.1]
Howard Stern Kid Rock And Rev Run 032008
Copy of Rev Run Renovation - The Kitchen
Rev Run's Sunday Supper Diggy's Organic Panic
Ice Cube , OMG , DoughBoy , Rev Run , Diggy Simmons, Jo-Jo Freestyle (HQ)
Rev Run ft. Ma$e, Puff Daddy, Snoop Dogg, Salt N Pepa, Onyx & Keith Murray - Santa Baby (HD)
Ice Cube Fam & Rev Run Fam Freestyle - Cypher
Rev Run Renovation - The Kitchen
Rev Run's Renovation - Angela's Abode
Rev Run - Mind On The Road
Rev Run on how Run DMC got started, times with LL Cool J and the Beastie Boys
Rev Run's "Freestyle" On WGCI's Morning Riot
Rev Run and sons and Ice Cube and sons Rapping
Rev Run from DMC 1st wife Valerie Vaughn interviewed by Charay Vaughn
Tyrese & Rev Run Interview at The Breakfast Club 2-6-13 [power 105.1]
Howard Stern Kid Rock And Rev Run 032008
Copy of Rev Run Renovation - The Kitchen
Rev Run's Sunday Supper Diggy's Organic Panic
Ice Cube , OMG , DoughBoy , Rev Run , Diggy Simmons, Jo-Jo Freestyle (HQ)
Rev Run ft. Ma$e, Puff Daddy, Snoop Dogg, Salt N Pepa, Onyx & Keith Murray - Santa Baby (HD)
Ice Cube Fam & Rev Run Fam Freestyle - Cypher
Rev Run — Peter Piper on Def Jam Poetry
Westwood - Rev Run words of wisdom 1Xtra
Rev Run Talks Diabetes, How You Can Visit His House, & Blacks Being At Risk for the Disease
Jagged Edge - Let's Get Married ft. Reverend Run
Rev. Run - I Used To Think I Was Run
Diggy Simmons Performs A New Song & Brings Out Rev Run
Rev Run-Boom Ditty
Diggy Simmons on Reality TV & Rev Run
Run's House Season 4 Finale
Tyrese & Rev Run Interview at The Breakfast Club 2-6-13 [power 105.1]
Howard Stern Kid Rock And Rev Run 032008
Rev Run's Sunday Suppers Season 2 Episode 1 #RRSS Pizza Paradise
Rev Run on InnerVIEWS with Ernie Manouse
RUN C MANG
Welcome Back Week Lecture - Rev Run
CBA,NA Khuallian LBA GS, Rev Run Herh Ling Interview
Is CyHi The Prynce the Hottest in the Game? Performs Live for Reverend Run on Sway in the Morning
Lai Sarmon Rev, Run Cung Mang
Run to the House - Part 2 - Featuring Rev Run
Rev. B. Run Hnin- Sermon 2
Rev. B. Run Hnin- Sermon 3
Rev Runs Sunday Suppers | Season 2 Episode 1 | Pizza Paradise
Rev Run of Run DMC
Rev. Run Herh Ling 1
Rev. Run Tho Sermon (Burmese)
Rev.Run Cung Mang (A).flv
All About - Diggy Simmons
Howard Stern Kid Rock And Rev Run 032008
Flesh-N-Bone ft.Rev Run (Run DMC) - World So Cruel
Russy Simmons from Runs house, son of Rev Run
Flesh-N-Bone - World So Cruel x Rev Run | DefJam
WoodTrac Ceilings on DIY Network's Rev Run's Renovation
Heart Of OMNIA | Rev Run & DJ Ruckus
Lotus Evors S: Rev Limits Run 8/2/15
Rev. Run Tho, MCC, Kansas City - သက္ေသခံခ်က္
Rev Run and Tyrese Interview at The Breakfast Club Power 105.1
The reveal of Rev Run’s pool house featuring GAF shingles
GAF shingles are installed on Rev Run’s pool house
Video resonse to David Barton, Rev Run, Matthew Barnett # 2
Rev Run's Renovation features GAF shingles
GAF shingles are installed on Rev Run’s Renovation
Rev Run’s Renovation reveals their new GAF roof
Tank sin UrgozSC [REV] Fun Run 7 minutes 12 Men Run casual (Post nerf)
Rev Limits Tunnel Run: Take 2
ICEMAN SHAWTY - REV RUN PRODUCER.WILL-A-FOOL
Run DMC | Complex Video Music Box
[Rev Run]
I got a way with my lady (okay, now start singin)
[Chorus]
I got a way with my lady and a way with the wino
Preachin like a preacher, healin people with the vinyl
Word to the spirit like I'm preachin from the bible
"And this is the way... we rock the hou.."
[Rev Run]
Now I'm preachin for the addict in the attic gettin stoned
And reachin for the stripper cause she run away from home
I'm prayin for the sister and the nigga on the phone
who said he'll pull the trigger if he never get a loan
I'm preachin for your momma and your poppa in the pew
I'm prayin for the sucker cause he lookin like you
I'm prayin for the dude who think his money is his God
Who 'bout to lose his mind cause he 'bout to lose his job!!
"And this is the way..." (I'm 'bout to lose my mind!)
[Chorus]
[Rev Run]
Now I'm preachin for the people who ain't never gettin paid
The suckers gettin suckered who be slavin for a wage
The drug addicted brother cause he think he got it made
Who never took a drug but yet he needed to get paid
I'm prayin for the mother who just had a kid at 12
who gotta feed her baby but can barely feed herself
I'm seein for the people who just need it cause they blind
who 'bout to lose control cause they 'bout to lose their mind!!
"And this is the way..." (I'm 'bout to lose my mind!)
[Chorus: w/o "And this is the way..."]
Break 'em 'til they broke you think I'm jokin' you're wrong
Got another one smokin' potent, votin' my song
Not another maker breaker, put your 'pinion aside
And come up on it, listen on it, put it on and let's ride
Regal rhymin' rapper I'm a sign of the times
I'll be the leader drum beater now you're changin' your mind
Feet up, pull your seat up while I'm layin' my line
I'm 'bout to break 'em 'til they broken
And now they broke it's breaktime, breaktime
Pick up on my lyric when you hear it you're sold
It's the type of hype spirit that's as good as my gold
Bank it while I spank it as the story is told
And when the Lord made the Rev he must have broken the mold
I'm the type of young hype, I'm mic controllin' my verse
Put your money on the Reverend 'cause I'm takin' the purse
And now my record is respected 'cause it's never been made
Like a fresh of breath air, like I'm sprayin' the Glade
Like a fighter I'm a writer that be kickin' my rhymes
'Bout to break 'em 'til they broken
I got rhymes so def and rhymes galore
Rhymes that you never even heard before
It's like this y'all, it don't stop
It's the sure shot
People want me rhymin' must be out of they mind
They say I do it well and my rhymes are so fly
Gotta lot of bottom and my highs are so high
And when I tell 'em I don't wanna they just wanna know why
With a boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum
The kiddies lookin' for me cause they lookin' for Run
I'm all up in the city, but you know where I'm from
The H to the O, double-L I S
I know the boom batter 'bout to shatter your chest
The beater leader heater 'bout to make you go numb
With a boom ditty, ditty, ditty, ditty, ditty, ditty
Boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum
Boom, boom ditty, ditty boom ditty, boom ditty, ditty
Boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum
The kiddies lookin' for me 'cause they lookin' for Run
Boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum
Now I'm up and down the boule' and I'm fully aware
People lookin' for me and they want me to care
They all up in my business and they thinkin' it's fair
Can't a brother just retire, throw his mic in the air?
I pass it up to Diddy and the kiddies to come
My mic up in the kitty, no more rhymin' for Run
Like a b-boy bangin' slangin' son of a gun
A gold chain hangin', no more bangin' for Run
Boom swagger' top bragger' battle badder for me
Y'all beg a top batter make a fatter LP
The Rev'll never do it 'less I do it for delf
I gotta letcha have it, go and manager yourself
Your army can't harm me, it ain't good for your health
So it's best y'all pass it on and put the mic on the shelf with a
Boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum
Boom, boom ditty, ditty boom ditty, boom ditty, ditty
Boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum
The kiddies lookin' for me 'cause they lookin' for Run
Boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum
Rhymin' for my momma and the drama to come
Rhymin' for Bambaataa and I'm rhymin' for Run
Rhymin' for my people up and under the gun
And when I'm rhymin' for the money people know that it's
[Rev Run]
I got my mind up in Boston, crossin back from Austin
50 more tossed in, callin so often
Gone from the alley, Cali to the valley
Bronx to the Bowery, flyin out to Maui
Up and down the highway, Monday to Friday
Sat'day to Sunday, everyday fly day
Fly from a city to a town and I'm gone
Always on the road cause my record's full blown
Livin out my bag but I'm never missin home
Poppa was a rocker and I'm like a rolling stone
Got another call - yo, it's time for the show
Got my mind on the road and yo it's time to go!
[Chorus]
It's time for the show; got my mind on the road
Yo, got my mind on the road and yo it's time to go!
[Rev Run]
Life like I'm dazin, days after Days Inn
Comin from a place that ain't just amazin
Off to the right and bright light tonight
Take a flight, show's tight, so hype and AIGHT!
It's been like I'm dreamin, people just screamin
A rhyme that I wrote that was dope they was fiendin
Lines around the co'ner, TV's and phoners
Covers of your favorite magazine was a bonus
Road was just callin, flows was just fallin
Recprd after record after rhyme I was bowlin
Gotta get the show cause Joe is on the flow
I got my mind on the road and yo it's time to go!
[Chorus]
[airplane soars overhead]
[Rev Run]
Got a flight for tonight and I'm ready to roll
All my homies checkin fo' me and I'm ready to GO!
All the people wanna see me cause I'm killin the SHOW!
All the rockers wanna be cause I'm gettin the DOUGH!
Now Rev's hall of fame and left as I came in
Gotta go again cause fans want my game in
Top priority, Rev's seniority
Goin on the road cause it's my priority - OHH!
[Chorus]
[airplane soars overhead]
Yo, a red alert y'all, a red alert y'all
A now we toot on the horns and ring on the bells
'Cause I am the man with the clientèle
Rock a rhyme for me and then a rhyme for you
And everybody catch, the boogaloo flu
And like the apple to the peach, the cherry to the plum
I used to think I was Run, I really thought I was king
Yo, in my, in my imagination's, creation I had to get paid
I had a better way to dead 'em, so the suckers were slayed
I gad to get up and smash 'em, beat 'em down and bash 'em
Stompin' through the Garden, fully hardened to the maxim
Rhymin' like an animal, the cannibal king
Eat a sucker, break a nucca but I never could sing
Had a beef with every rapper, I could see 'em for miles
And when I saw 'em, had to floor 'em, leave 'em layin' in piles
Made a dollar while I holla, had to follow me 'round
Rappers fearin' when they hearin' Run was breakin' 'em down
Now' every time I had to rhyme, my job was thoroughly done
And I never lost a battle
I used to think I was Run, I really thought I was king
Yo, yo, now I was sittin' up in Cali from the alley in Queens
Breakin' records, never know exactly just what it means
Sellin' records, makin' money just to throw in the air
Rockin' sneakers, bustin' speakers, every day a new pair
Nothin' borin', steady tourin', livin' life without care
And if I wasn't on the cover of your paper was rare
Even mami would remind me and rewind me the truth
Sucker fellas out there jealous, I was rough in my youth
'Raising Hell' and steady yellin', freezin', rockin' the Goose
And in the summer, on the come up, I was clockin' the loot
Now, come with me and let's remember how we rock it for fun
It's your mommas favorite rapper
I used to think I was Run, I really thought I was king
Yo, now back in Hollis makin' dollars was a serious day
So me and D we had to get it then we split it with Jay
Choppin' it up and flip a buck and drive a sucker away
Never smilin' steady, whylin' never needin' to play
Me and Butter, Hollis Crew and how we do it with Ray
Comin' down and throw it down and then we be on our way
Now, reminisce 'cause it was this
And that's just how it was done
I used to think I was Run, I really thought I was king
Backlight, umm
Gotta be 79, 80, maybe even 81
But I thought it was 80, that's it
Flash and Melle Mel
Aiyyo tips and toes and fly poses
I resurrect and respect like I'm Moses
Flows is boasts, 'Def' just like 'Mos' is
And caked out like Rev just bought Hostess
Run got a rhyme designed like seven-nine was
I come to flip the script and change time 'cause
Go, here we go, here we, here we, here we made it
I take it back 'fore flattops was faded
Way before the laptop created
But now it's on and back and y'all played it
And you don't stop, it's the sure shot
Francois c'est faux, Flashe' no deux
And you don't stop, it's the sure shot
Take a tour, take a tour
And you don't stop, it's the sure shot
Francois c'est faux, Flashe' no deux
I said don't stop, do punk rock
Played a game that couldn't last
An ounce of memories from the past
The life I thought, I wanted is today
Aiyyo back by choices and my voice is
On point just like a Rolls Royce is
Noises, boys is poison with toys
Caked out and Run be the moistest
Run got a rhyme designed like seven-nine was
I come to flip the script and change time 'cause
Go, here we go, here we, here we, here we nitro
That nigga Run insure you like Geico
I 'member Flash and Mel rocked the night, yo
And back then them boys was like nitro
And you don't stop, it's the sure shot
Francois c'est faux, Flashe' no deux
And you don't stop, it's the sure shot
Take a tour, take a tour
And you don't stop, it's the sure shot
Francois c'est faux, Flashe' no deux
[Verse 1: Run]
It was December 24 on Hollis after the dark
My man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest remark
He said that giving was his living and I had to take part
So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart
I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a play
Dropped some dollars up on Hollis and I went on my way
I hear your jingle Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man
so Santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can!
[chorus]
Santa Baby
Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light blue
I'm looking for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney tonight...
[Verse 3: Ma$e]
Now all Mase know
When its eight twenty-four
He be looking at the door for the ho ho ho
Cause I know
When theres a christmas uptown
Ain't no chimney for santa to come down
[Verse 4: Puffy Daddy]
Now to me, PD I had alot
Appreciated everything that I got
Though I used to take my pops
Who aint caught me shaking the box
Cause I knew I couldn't wait till it turned 12 o'clock
[Verse 5: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Cookies and Milk
Satin and Silk
I'm chillin in the living room, wrapped in a quilt
I'm waiting on this fat Red Suit wearing-comparing
My gifts to my homeboy next door to me
A gift here, none there, but who cares
My little sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy hair
Bbut here we go again waiting on the enemy
To slide down the chimney
Look here, that ain't reality
[chorus]
Santa Baby
Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light blue
I'm looking for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney tonight...
[Verse 6: Salt & Pepa]
Santa Baby, are you really real?
Chris Kringle
Let me see you make my pockets jingle (ching ching)
We need some jobs in the ghetto
Too much gangbanging where kids are playin
I hear the church bells ringing
On christmas eve
I believe
Jesus-calling me
Forget the gifts and the shopping lists
And the new kicks
Your just falling for tricks
(you better praise him)
[chorus]
Santa Baby
Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light blue
I'm looking for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney tonight...
[Verse 7: Fredro Starr]
It's the gritty-the grimy
The low down, the shifty
Yo Sticky, christmas time in the city
Late night, stars are bright
We gettin rocked!
With the 50 St. Nicholas
Start rippin this
[Verse 8: Sticky Fingaz]
Its the Grinch who stole christmas
Climbin down ya chimney
Kids open up they gifts
They all gonna be empty
Just like mine was
I hate to say it
But if I wasnt a boy I wouldnt have had nuthin to play wit!
[Verse 9: Keith Murray]
On December 25th I knew I wasn't getting jack
when I saw Santa Claus on the corner buying crack
I ran up on him with the (blur) and asked him "yo whats up with that?"
He said "there aint no christmas kid" and I can't get him back
Back in the days, Christmas was deep
My moms put presents under the tree while I played sleep
And peeped ha! Santa Claus never gave me nuthin
Seen them mad faces, lying and frontin
So do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
Come and stay awhile, kick it with God's Angel
Take and acknowledge my wisdom and understand
That Santa Claus is a black man
word up
[chorus x2]
Santa Baby
Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light blue
I'm looking for a fly guy, like you
(My name is)
(Who?)
If you thought that was fresh, bust this
I see you standing there, so lost and all alone
I wanna take you in my arms and tell you that you're home
I know just what to do, gonna be a shining star
I know just how to rescue you 'cause I've been where you are
Yo, now once again my friend, it's the Reverend
The first platinum status rap president
And from the coast of California to the shores of Maine
Got a East coast sound and my beats go bang
My old black crown and my sneakers own name
And I'm back y'all with a collar and a cape
Like a superhero armed with an old school tape
And to the beat y'all, it's a banger for the clubs
You ain't never seen a Reverend that's sittin' on dubs
Rockin' on your radio
Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme it don't stop y'all
On and on and on, now let's rock y'all
Feel the music, bop to this song
From the night 'til the mornin', rockin' all night long
Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme it don't stop y'all
On and on and on, now let's rock y'all
Feel the music, bop to this song
From the night 'til the mornin', rockin' all night long
I take time with my rhyme and I climb but don't reach
Hustle 'round with Russell and grind and rock beats
And I'm back, what? Another hit for the streets
I got love for my brothers from Queens to overseas
Step into the room and then boom, the horn screams
Rev rollin, royal and regal, I got dreams
Just like Martin Luther, the King who might teach
Rock a collar to the party after party go and preach
Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme it don't stop y'all
On and on and on, now let's rock y'all
Feel the music, bop to this song
[Rev Run]
I got a rhyme for the users, those they call losers
Those that got bruises, those they call useless
Blown they last fuses, fooled but not foolish!
I got a rhyme for the homeless, homes that's cold hopeless
Stoned and still dopeless, broke like the brokest
High and still potent, feel like the dopest
Straight from the dirt and hurt but still focused
Oopsy-daisy, they call him lazy
Amazin crazy, slave wages pays thee
Often tossed in, coughed off exhaustion
Now here comes distortion!
[Chorus]
Now here comes distortion {*repeat 3X*}
[Rev Run]
Girls gone wildin, and profilin
14 but seen on the Island
Out for her mans and, they got plans in
Three years left with plans for a mansion
Credit card criminal, he got a minimum
But when he's out he's paid like nine, ten of 'em
She got a kid now, he wants abortion
Now here comes distortion!
[Chorus]
[Rev Run]
Now, me and D, we had a jam, we used to kick it with Jay
He was the baddest fuckin' man in the U.S. of A.
He had a rack of black jackets and some records to play
And my sucker Nelly Dee would sound check it with Ray
Open the Garden up for Marvin and I'm speakin' on Gaye
God bless 'em where they rest and 'ever they may lay
And now they're
Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You
Now, Jigga Jay had a hand and it was steady and firm
He was the type of dude to shoot it to you straight as a perm
He was the greatest and he's sharin' everything that he earned
And you can count on Jam Master, I was never concerned
We all miss him but his mission is completed and done
Never worry 'bout D and Dicka DJ Run
And don't ask me 'bout Jay and never have no fear
The only question we should ask is why are we still here?
Because we're
Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You
Now, under pressure, Jam Master never losin' control
He cut a record in a second, everybody was sold
Always open to the words that I had to say
Always helpin', never selfish, that was my man Jay
And we ain't lose him or choose him, it was God's idea
And since home is where the heart is homey, he's still here
And now we're
Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Hello, woo, hey
Here's a little story 'bout a boy named Joey
King of the world, got a very long story
Made a lot of money, live a life of glory
Did what he done but he end up sorry
Beat a lot of suckers and he banged down bums
Made a lot of records and he tricked the funds
Took it to the top and he stayed number one
But he never looked back to the place he's from
High and mighty, highty mighty Joe
Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe
Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe
High and mighty, highty mighty Joe
Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe
Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe
Joe was a leader way before his time
Made 'Piper Peter' and he kicked much rhyme
Had a two-seater and he rode past signs
Smoked a lot of Cheeba and he drank much wine
One day Joey had to stop his scheme
Got a revelation and he came back clean
Got a second chance to fulfill his dream
Now Joey is a Reverend and he live redeemed
High and mighty, highty mighty Joe
Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe
Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe