Epmd - Rampage Lyrics
Slow down baby uhhSlow down baby uhhYou can get rugged, though, hard like pTrying to play my man but you couldnt touch meYou faggot to comp rapper on a questYou get your head flown, boy you must be smokin sensSo many often wonder if mds paidYoure goddamn right, punk, stay outta my waycause I clock gs while you clock zsAnd I dont smoke crack, I smoke m.c.sSo pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take notesA rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throatsMy style deadly psychopath or schizophrenicRapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and paniccause I clock pesos, dont sell ileyoAnother name for cocaine, mi amigoThats spanish terminology for friendNow sit back and rub my bozack as I sendBass funk with beats that thumpKickers and amps cold lined up in my trunkMy system cranking, my headlights are blinkinBrother ridin my tip, l, at the same time thinkinDamn, how could a brother be so nicecause Im the capital e-p twice m-d-e twiceI choose to squeeze, some choose to fightI like to write but then again some biteWhile you were bangin on tables, I was bangin snow whiteYeah slow down babyThe ripper, the master, the overlordianPlaying m.c.s like a old accordionI get the inspiration from a necessary stationThem sayin I was vacationinYou cant cope with your weak-ass throatTryin a sneak a peak in while I freak the notesMajor m.c.s become minor b flatsSo retire the mike, get your chains and your batsHeres your chance to advance, gettin your stanceIm a shoot the holster off your cowboy pantsPure entertainment, tonights your arraignmentYoure quilty, face down on the pavementNo holds barred, its time to get scarredYou and your squad better praise the real godThe undertaker droppin thunder on fakersWhen it comes to lyrics Im as freaky as sekaSo lay the mike down slow and carefulcause mine is fully loaded and I have another handfulA clip to slip in and start rippinDivin and dippin and givin punks a whippinJust in case you wanna go a few rounds and soIm down so that you clowns will knowMe gettin burnt or hurt wont be toleratedI got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, Im constipatedYeah slow down babyWhen I come around homeboy, watch your nuggetI master on the beat down, my styles ruggedWhen I attack the microphone, close the zoneRap sees danger, cant roamSecurity is packed and wall to wall cant fallA rap tank is full so I cant stallMy microphone is filled with premiumAny whack m.c. that flexes, Im creamin emNot with lotion, bust the motion, flotationWhen Im rockin the mike Im like coastinUnderneath fatigue at my peakYou still seek the style cause yours is extra weakNew method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kickLike bruce in a rage-Im on a rampageYeah slow down babySlow down baby
