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EPMD - Rampage lyrics
Featuring LL Cool J] Slow down baby uhh Slow down baby uhh You can get rugged though hard like P Trying to play my man but you couldn't touch me You faggot to comp rapper on a quest You get your head flown boy you must be smokin' sens So many often wonder if MDs paid You're goddamn right punk stay outta my way 'Cause I clock Gs while you clock Zs And I don't smoke crack I smoke M.C.s So pick up a pen cop a squat, and take notes A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic 'Cause I clock pesos, don't sell ileyo Another name for cocaine, mi amigo That's Spanish terminology for friend Now sit back and rub my bozack as I send Bass funk with beats that thump Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin' Brother ridin' my tip, L, at the same time thinkin' Damn, how could a brother be so nice 'Cause I'm the capital E-P twice M-D-E twice I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight I like to write but then again some bite While you were bangin' on tables, I was bangin' Snow White Yeah slow down baby The ripper, the master, the overlordian Playing M.C.s like a old accordion I get the inspiration from a necessary station Them sayin' I was vacationin' You can't cope with your weak-ass throat Tryin' 'a sneak a peak in while I freak the notes Major M.C.s become minor B flats So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats Here's your chance to advance, gettin' your stance I'm 'a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment You're quilty, face down on the pavement No holds barred, it's time to get scarred You and your squad better praise the real god The undertaker droppin' thunder on fakers When it comes to lyrics I'm as freaky as Seka So lay the mike down slow and careful 'Cause mine is fully loaded and I have another handful A clip to slip in and start rippin' Divin' and dippin' and givin' punks a whippin' Just in case you wanna go a few rounds and so I'm down so that you clowns will know Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated I got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, I'm constipated Yeah slow down baby When I come around homeboy, watch your nugget I master on the beat down, my style's rugged When I attack the microphone, close the zone Rap sees danger, can't roam Security is packed and wall to wall can't fall A rap tank is full so I can't stall My microphone is filled with premium Any whack M.C. that flexes, I'm creamin' 'em Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation When I'm rockin' the mike I'm like coastin' Underneath fatigue at my peak You still seek the style 'cause yours is extra weak New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick Like Bruce in a rage-I'm on a rampage Yeah slow down baby Slow down baby |
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