Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Bring on the mo's and ho's Don't snooze or doze, 'cause I'm rippin' up shows Hold your nose, dead bodies are around I leave scratch marks under the tears of a clown I write rhymes that shine like lipstick So much material but not materialistic Imperial styles, I use When the mic is lifted the crowd is amused Come with it if you feel you're full fledged Or yell, "Geronimo" and jump off the edge Your E N D is near when I appear The stage is yours but wait until the smoke clears Rhyme sayer, and I'm here to lay a load So watch a player when he's playin' in player mode Uncle L's bad and you're soon to say 'Cause I rip the mic until the toon decay Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) MC's are dumb, I catch 'em in a dragnet You're not complete, I'm battlin' a fragment So creative and witty and outstandin' And I be demandin' that you're abandoned In the desert or a wild west town While I'm at your crib on a cherry-go-round Where will she stop? No one knows Like I said before, bring on the mo's and ho's I know my A B C's and my P C Q's Just chill and listen to the rhyme cruise All aboard, the cod is a reward Some were ignored when they toured for they bored The crowd was aloud, lyrics weren't endowed Took a crack of the forty and went to show 'em, how You like me now but you didn't before 'Cause you forgot, I was raw Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Yo, eat 'em up, L) Future of the funk (Go ahead, baby, do it) Go ahead, baby (Do it, do it) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Yo, eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Yo, eat 'em up, L) It's so visual the way I'm throwin' down Visualize MC's goin' down In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes The moral of the story is, I'ma get mines I saw the cordless, boy, I'm gonna house that Your rhymes are cheesy, you found 'em in a mouse trap Don't try to front while the freestyle's droppin' He wants to battle, he must be needle poppin' You better notify your next akin 'Cause when I begin it's like a needle to the skin If you wasn't prepared, then you ought to be scared But even if you was, you're aware, what the rhyme does I remember when you was an amateur Writin' your rhymes, starin' at my signature Bought the album, analyzed the style, God bless you, child I'm unique when I speak to a beat Another rapper'll fall when the mission's complete I daze and amaze, my display's a faze Every phrase is a maze as uncle L slays The competition that's lost in a freestyle 'Cause on the mic, I'm the golden child With the magical wand that they're callin' a mike And when MC's approach it turns into a spike Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Why don't you just chill (Eat 'em up, L) Yeah, yeah, I wanna say what's up to my man, Kool Herc And my man Afrika Bambaataa and the Zulu nation Know what, what I'm sayin', my man, Marley, Marl and DJ clash My man B-blast, Rush town, Def jam, we in the house Of course I gotta say what's up to my homeboys EPMD Yeah, I get busy, peace © MARLEY MARL MUSIC; LL COOL J MUSIC; DEF JAM MUSIC INC; SONY/ATV TUNES LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com