No Airplay

By LL COOL J

On Mr. Smith

Released on November 21, 1995

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[Intro]

Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real shit?

Ya just wanna go straight to DAT? Aight

You don't wanna mix it or nothin'? Aight let's do it

You want me to do the hook part too?

Check it out uhh, check it out uhh

Yeah it's that Uncle L shit, you know, word up

Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin' this shit off right in here

Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here

Check it out


[Verse 1]

I'm beatin' niggas the fuck up out their boots

Flame throwin' their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin' acid soup

Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw shit

Scooped off the concrete to make a hit

Tearin' niggas out the hinges, competition cringes

In the trenches, killin' for mere inches

Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha

Electricute a barricuda for tryin' to bring the drama

I get more ass than a toilet seat

So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my meat

Your motherfucking death wish will be soloist

R-double O-K-I-E you ain't stylish

It's motherfucking arson from here to Parsons

You're fuckin' dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run

For your motherfuckin' life, get ghost

Or taste the toast and get your nuts hung on a goalpost

Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect

Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet

Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide

I'm up through your asshole and fuckin' up your inside


[Chorus]

And don't be gettin' no airplay

A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love

It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin' no airplay

A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love


[Verse 2]

Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess

They got the niggas goin' from Bel Air to baggin' up sess

Shit, motherfuckin' right you niggas is corn

You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned

I got niggas chasin' behind my path for garbage bags

Hopin' and prayin' I throw an old rhyme to one of the fags

Huh, I'm on my motherfuckin' game like that

I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat

All the motherfuckin' tracks in the world can't save ya

When I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya

Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin' ridiculed

Shit is critical, we're fightin' at the pinnacle

I'm burnin' niggas like a cracker do a cross

Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow, boss

Makin' niggas understand my language

Then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage


[Interlude]

To whom it may concern, youknowhatI'msayin?

We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh

'Cause it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin' no airplay

(A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin' no airplay)

I wanna do that one right yo


[Verse 3]

To whom it may concern on this motherfuckin' test

I got the zest to clip ya through ya vest

Little shorties with big 40's talkin' loud, actin' proud

BLAOW! Now ya chokin' off a black cloud

Rollin El's 'til your brain swells

Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock the Bells

You motherfuckin', you fruitcakes, you fakin' jacks

You niggas don't want it, I'm burnin' up the wax

I'm a trailblazin', gun totin', renegade

Black ass New York niggas choppin' like a blade

Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins

Motherfuckin' frontin' and I bet you ain't no slam again

Yeah what? I said it and niggas sweat it

What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut


[Outro]

Ha ha, word is bond yo

It's a jam that you love that don't be gettin' no airplay

Yeah, ha ha, word is bond

Y'knowhatI'msayin? I'm catchin' motherfuckin' wreck in here

KnowI'msayin?

Pissin' on all them rookie niggas, word up, ha-ha

Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI'msayin?

And sometimes niggas so skillful, you just gotta laugh at motherfuckers

Ha ha, yeah uhh

A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay

A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love

Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my motherfuckin niggas around

Farmers

My nigga Zeus, knowI'msayin? My motherfuckin' minnan right

Diddere

Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing and a-a-a-able

YouknowI'msayin?

Get mad busy in this motherfucker, y'knowI'msayin?

Niggas don't give a fuck, word up

Set that shit off right, uh!

“I get more ass than a toilet seat”
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“Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha Electricute a barricuda for tryin’ to bring the drama”
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A rather bad habit of LL Cool J’s that started around the time of his 1990 hit album “Mama Said Knock You Out” was his tendency to recycle lyrics from his past songs. This couplet was taken from his guest verse on Craig Mack’s “Flava In Ya Ear” remix a year prior.

A proper annotation for this line is on the “Flava In Ya Ear” page.