Eat Em Up L Chill

eat em up l chill

LL Cool J

Chill

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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 lipsticklike

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）

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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, lyrics 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）

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（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

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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）

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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