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 moand's and hoand's
Donand't snooze or doze
Cause iand'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 youand're full-fledged
Or yell andquot;geronimo!andquot; 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 iand'm here to lay a load
So watch a player when heand's playin in player mode
Uncle land's bad, and youand'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 ]
Mcand's are dumb, i catch em in a dragnet
Youand're not complete, iand'm battlin a fragment
So creative and witty and outstandin
And i be demandin that youand're abondoned
In the desert or a wild west town
While iand'm at your crib on a cherry-go-round
Where will she stop? no one knows
Like i said before, bring on the moand's and hoand's
I know my abcand's and my pand's and qand'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 werenand't endowed
Took a crack of the 40 and went to show em how
You like me now, but you didnand'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 and'head, baby)
(do it)
Go and'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 ]
Itand's so visual the way iand'm throwin down
Visualize mcand's goin down
In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes
The moral of the story is: iand'ma get mines
I saw the cord-less, boy, iand'm gonna house that
Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a mouse trap
Donand't try to front while the freestyleand's droppin
He wants to battle, he must be needle-poppin
You better notify your next akin
Cause when i begin itand's like a needle to the skin
If you wasnand't prepared
Then you ought to be scared
But even if you was
Youand'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
Iand'm unique when i speak to a beat
Another rapperand'll fall when the missionand's complete
I daze and amaze, my displayand's a faze
Every phrase is a maze as uncle l slays
The competition thatand's lost in a freestyle
Cause on the mic iand'm the golden child
With the magical wand that theyand're callin a mike
And when mcand'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 donand't you just chill
(eat em up, l)
Yeah
Yeah
I wanna say whatand's up to my man kool herc
And my man afrika bambaataa and the zulu nation
Know what what iand'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 whatand's up to my homeboys epmd
Yeah
I get busy
Peace
