Tytuł: Eat em up l chill

• Wykonawca: LL Cool J
• Wyświetleń: 184

  
   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
  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
  Tisk-tisk (Hatchew!) 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)
  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