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Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L)
[ VERSE 1 ] 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)
[ VERSE 2 ] 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 abondoned 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 abc`s and my p`s and 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 40 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)
Ah
Future of the funk, ah
(Go `head, baby) (Do it)
Go `head, baby (Do it) Yeah (Do it)
Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Eat em up, L) Chill (Yo, eat em up, L) ( 2x )
[ VERSE 3 ] 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 cord-less, 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
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