Testo Eat em up l chill Ll Cool J

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 mos and hos
Dont snooze or doze
Cause Im 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 youre 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 Im here to lay a load
So watch a player when hes playin in player mode
Uncle ls bad, and youre 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 ]
Mcs are dumb, I catch em in a dragnet
Youre not complete, Im battlin a fragment
So creative and witty and outstandin
And I be demandin that youre abondoned
In the desert or a wild west town
While Im at your crib on a cherry-go-round
Where will she stop? no one knows
Like I said before, bring on the mos and hos
I know my abcs and my ps and qs
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, werent endowed
Took a crack of the 40 and went to show em how
You like me now, but you didnt 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 ]
Its so visual the way Im throwin down
Visualize mcs goin down
In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes
The moral of the story is: ima get mines
I saw the cord-less, boy, Im gonna house that
Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a mouse trap
Dont try to front while the freestyles droppin
He wants to battle, he must be needle-poppin
You better notify your next akin
Cause when I begin its like a needle to the skin
If you wasnt prepared
Then you ought to be scared
But even if you was
Youre 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
Im unique when I speak to a beat
Another rapperll fall when the missions complete
I daze and amaze, my displays a faze
Every phrase is a maze as uncle l slays
The competition thats lost in a freestyle
Cause on the mic Im the golden child
With the magical wand that theyre callin a mike
And when mcs 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 dont you just chill
(eat em up, l)

Yeah

Yeah
I wanna say whats up to my man kool herc
And my man afrika bambaataa and the zulu nation
Know what what Im 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 whats up to my homeboys epmd
Yeah
I get busy
Peace