[Verse 1]
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, playin rappers out like Striped Lee's
I'm smoother than velvet, my rhymes are well writ
You sayin L's this, and L's that, get off L dick
Battles I refuse to lose, I choose to cruise
Smooth like the blues, I never hear boos cause I amuse
Grab the brew and take a sip, I stay lookin dip
Mics I rip, don't flip we on a party tip
But you better leave l alone
Before I reach out and touch you, but not with a telephone
I'm the brother that you never even thought of beatin
Black, White or Puerto Rican, i'm gonna slaughter each and
Every crap MC that runs up, when the battle comes up, gimme two thumbs up

[Hook x2]
It's Big L y'all, I'm livin swell y'all
I do my thing that's why my name ring bells y'all
(Let em have it L, give it to em L)
(Let em have it L, give it to em L)

[Verse 2]
I damage all opponents as soon as the bell ring
It's all about me, yo it's a B-i-g L thing
The crown is still mine, I drop ill rhymes
A lot of rappers talk that murder stuff and couldn't kill time
And rockin the crowd I got it packed down
While D-Whiz rip shop in the background
Rhymes I make'll knock out your gold tooth
Fightin me is like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth
My style gets scarier, battles the more the merrier
You can't compare me to
Brotha's from the area
Or brotha's from otha states
Because this brotha makes
Outstandin lyrics that suffocates
Brothas from New York to the Bahamas
Rappers talkin bout breakin jaws when they couldn't break a promise
The Big L's quick to make a chick leave her skirt up
Step to this and get hurt up, word up
[Hook x2]
It's big l y'all, i'm livin swell y'all
I do my thing that's why my name ring bells y'all
(let em have it l, give it to em l)
(let em have it l, give it to em l)

[Verse 3]
MCs get taught a lesson when the mic is in my possession
Rap's my profession, no question
It's a fact that i stay geared
It shouldn't be weird that i'm feared
Cause my raps are rougher than a nappy beard
I cook rappers like a chef
I'm death like Jeff, right to left
My raps are badder than morning breath
Bassin in my face I won't accept that
You better step back, before your eye be jet black
Get some cause i'm a stiggity-star
Breakin them up and then takin they heart
You better believe that big l is the man that be rippin the microphones apart
I hit hard from New York to Miami
Pockets stay swolled up like a eye jammy
I'm droppin science on whacks while you kickin riddles
Imma big mac you and your whole crew of Chicken Littles
To be safe on the microphone holmes
Recite your own poems or get your dome flown
MCs want no parts of L
As I rip shop with hip hop the crowd starts to yell
[Hook/Outro x2]
It's Big L y'all, I'm livin swell y'all
I do my thing that's why my name ring bells y'all
(Let em have it L, give it to em L)
(Let em have it L, give it to em L)