Yeah 
(To da break of dawn) 
All my sex involved 
As we get funky 
Rhymes so bizarre 
Everybody knows 
When it come to a situation like this 
Little more effects 
And I can't resist 
So we get funky in the house 
You know what I'm sayin'? 
L.L. Cool J style 
What? 
This ain't on a pop tip 
Check it out 

What is a panther? A animal that kills 
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills 
You could never in your wildest dreams 
Get a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens 
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine 
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline 
Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow 
Made another million, so competitors bow 
Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong 
Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong 
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on 
Ha, you can't handle the whole weight 
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate 
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry 
I'm that type of guy 
And I slammed you know, just like a sumo 
Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper 
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity 
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your virginity 
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 
You little blood-clot boy, you must not know 
The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap 
And freak with a chic, unique technique 
Get rid of the yuk-mouth smile 
'Cause brother, you ain't got no style 

Keep on 
(To the break of dawn) 
(To the break of dawn) 
Yeah 
Keep on 
(To the break of dawn) 
Hey yo, that's kinda funky 
But check this out here 
(Rock that shit) 
(To the break of dawn) 
Yeah

Immaculate styles, I used to abuse 
MC's, so light the fuse 
And spread the news, you lose 
To the damager, microphone manager 
Cold crush, and bruise, and bandage a amateur 
That amateur, swingin' a hammer 
From a body bag, so run and get your camera 
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift 
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with 
'Cause I don't need a partner to swing 
Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring 
shootin' the gift, but you just don't shoot it right 
You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight 
Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town 
So don't try to play post, clown 
You know the L.L.'s back in town 
And all the want-to-be sherrifs is gettin' shot down 
Gimme that microphone 
I'm a show you the real meaning of the danger zone 
Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin'
Huh, you little snake in the grass 
You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass 
Gimme a lighter, woof! 
Now you're cut loose 
From that Jheri curl juice 
Cool J is back on the map 
And when I see ya, I'm a give you a slap 
That's right, a little kick for that crap 
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap 

Keep on 
(To the break of dawn) 
Yeah 
(To the break of dawn) 
Funk it up 
I said keep on 
(To the break of dawn) 
(Yo, rock that shit) 
(To the break of dawn) 
Check this out 
Yeah

How dare you stand beside me?
I'm Cool, I freeze I-C-E 
On your trail, and I'm a cut that bull tail 
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients 
But I'm a drink you down over the rocks 
While I freak on your album cover jocks 
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon 
I took the cover right home to the bathroom 
In the immortal words of L.L., 'hard as hell' 
Your broad wears it well 
She's the reason that your record sold a few copies 
But your rhymes are sloppy 
Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped 
And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop 
Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks 
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix 
So I can show you I'm immune to them Romper Room tunes 
You little hip-hop racoon 
I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef 
Before you rapped, you was a downtown car thief 
Workin' in a parking lot 
A brother with a perm deserves to get burned 
So tell me how you like your coat, cream? 
On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream? 
With your tv on channel fuzz 
Uncle L, that's how much damage he does 
Here's five dollars, catch a taxi cab 
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab 

Keep on 
(To the break of dawn) 
Yeah 
(To the break of dawn) 
I say keep on 
(To the break of dawn) 

Just wanted to funk it up a little bit 
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib 
You know what I'm sayin'?
Over here at Marley Marl house 
Just coolin' out 
My man Clash in the house 
Sippin' on this Bartles and Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler 
Loungin' back 
Keep on 
Peace