Don’t call it a comeback. I’ve been here for years. Rockin’ my peers and puttin’ suckers in fear. Makin’ the tears rain down like a monsoon. Listen to the bass go boom. Explosion, overpowerin’. Over the competition, I’m towerin’. Wreckin’ shop, when I drop these lyrics that’ll make you call the cops.
— Mama Said Knock You Out by L. L. Cool J.
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