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L.L. Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out

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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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