Ll Cool J Eat 'em up l Chill Letras:Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
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[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)
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[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)
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Ah
Future of the funk, ah
(Go 'head, baby)
(Do it)
Go 'head, baby
(Do it)
Yeah
(Do it)
Chill
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[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
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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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