Lyric Rampage
[Featuring LL Cool J]
Slow down baby uhh
Slow down baby uhh
You can get rugged though hard like P
Trying to play my man but you couldn t touch me
You faggot to comp rapper on a quest
You get your head flown boy you must be smokin sens
So many often wonder if MDs paid
You re goddamn right punk stay outta my way
Cause I clock Gs while you clock Zs
And I don t smoke crack I smoke M.C.s
So pick up a pen cop a squat, and take notes
A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats
My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic
Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic
Cause I clock pesos, don t sell ileyo
Another name for cocaine, mi amigo
That s Spanish terminology for friend
Now sit back and rub my bozack as I send
Bass funk with beats that thump
Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk
My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin
Brother ridin my tip, L, at the same time thinkin
Damn, how could a brother be so nice
Cause I m the capital E-P twice M-D-E twice
I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight
I like to write but then again some bite
While you were bangin on tables, I was bangin Snow White
Yeah slow down baby
The ripper, the master, the overlordian
Playing M.C.s like a old accordion
I get the inspiration from a necessary station
Them sayin I was vacationin
You can t cope with your weak-ass throat
Tryin a sneak a peak in while I freak the notes
Major M.C.s become minor B flats
So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats
Here s your chance to advance, gettin your stance
I m a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
Pure entertainment, tonight s your arraignment
You re quilty, face down on the pavement
No holds barred, it s time to get scarred
You and your squad better praise the real god
The undertaker droppin thunder on fakers
When it comes to lyrics I m as freaky as Seka
So lay the mike down slow and careful
Cause mine is fully loaded and I have another handful
A clip to slip in and start rippin
Divin and dippin and givin punks a whippin
Just in case you wanna go a few rounds and so
I m down so that you clowns will know
Me gettin burnt or hurt won t be tolerated
I got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, I m constipated
Yeah slow down baby
When I come around homeboy, watch your nugget
I master on the beat down, my style s rugged
When I attack the microphone, close the zone
Rap sees danger, can t roam
Security is packed and wall to wall can t fall
A rap tank is full so I can t stall
My microphone is filled with premium
Any whack M.C. that flexes, I m creamin em
Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation
When I m rockin the mike I m like coastin
Underneath fatigue at my peak
You still seek the style cause yours is extra weak
New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick
Like Bruce in a rage-I m on a rampage
Yeah slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby uhh
Slow down baby uhh
You can get rugged though hard like P
Trying to play my man but you couldn t touch me
You faggot to comp rapper on a quest
You get your head flown boy you must be smokin sens
So many often wonder if MDs paid
You re goddamn right punk stay outta my way
Cause I clock Gs while you clock Zs
And I don t smoke crack I smoke M.C.s
So pick up a pen cop a squat, and take notes
A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats
My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic
Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic
Cause I clock pesos, don t sell ileyo
Another name for cocaine, mi amigo
That s Spanish terminology for friend
Now sit back and rub my bozack as I send
Bass funk with beats that thump
Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk
My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin
Brother ridin my tip, L, at the same time thinkin
Damn, how could a brother be so nice
Cause I m the capital E-P twice M-D-E twice
I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight
I like to write but then again some bite
While you were bangin on tables, I was bangin Snow White
Yeah slow down baby
The ripper, the master, the overlordian
Playing M.C.s like a old accordion
I get the inspiration from a necessary station
Them sayin I was vacationin
You can t cope with your weak-ass throat
Tryin a sneak a peak in while I freak the notes
Major M.C.s become minor B flats
So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats
Here s your chance to advance, gettin your stance
I m a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
Pure entertainment, tonight s your arraignment
You re quilty, face down on the pavement
No holds barred, it s time to get scarred
You and your squad better praise the real god
The undertaker droppin thunder on fakers
When it comes to lyrics I m as freaky as Seka
So lay the mike down slow and careful
Cause mine is fully loaded and I have another handful
A clip to slip in and start rippin
Divin and dippin and givin punks a whippin
Just in case you wanna go a few rounds and so
I m down so that you clowns will know
Me gettin burnt or hurt won t be tolerated
I got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, I m constipated
Yeah slow down baby
When I come around homeboy, watch your nugget
I master on the beat down, my style s rugged
When I attack the microphone, close the zone
Rap sees danger, can t roam
Security is packed and wall to wall can t fall
A rap tank is full so I can t stall
My microphone is filled with premium
Any whack M.C. that flexes, I m creamin em
Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation
When I m rockin the mike I m like coastin
Underneath fatigue at my peak
You still seek the style cause yours is extra weak
New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick
Like Bruce in a rage-I m on a rampage
Yeah slow down baby
Slow down baby
