Lyrics of Song Eat Em Up L Chill

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