Eat 'Em Up L Chill Lyrics

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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

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(Eat 'em up, L)
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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 abandoned

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 A B C's and my P C 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 forty and went to show 'em, how
You like me now but you didn't before
'Cause you forgot, I was raw

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Future of the funk
(Go ahead, baby, do it)
Go ahead, baby
(Do it, do it)

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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 cordless, 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, 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

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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

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