LL Cool J - Eat Em Up L Chill Lyrics
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 hosDont snooze or dozeCause Im rippin up showsHold your nose, dead bodies are aroundI leave scratch marks under the tears of a clownI write rhymes that shine like lipstickSo much material, but not materialisticImperial styles I useWhen the mic is lifted the crowd is amusedCome with it, if you feel youre full-fledgedOr yell geronimo! and jump off the edgeYour e-n-d is near when I appearThe stage is yours, but wait until the smoke clearsRhyme sayer, and Im here to lay a loadSo watch a player when hes playin in player modeUncle ls bad, and youre soon to sayCause I rip the mic until the toon decayChill(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 dragnetYoure not complete, Im battlin a fragmentSo creative and witty and outstandinAnd I be demandin that youre abondonedIn the desert or a wild west townWhile Im at your crib on a cherry-go-roundWhere will she stop? no one knowsLike I said before, bring on the mos and hosI know my abcs and my ps and qsJust chill and listen to the rhyme cruiseAll aboard, the cod is a rewardSome were ignored when they toured for they boredThe crowd was aloud, lyrics werent endowedTook a crack of the 40 and went to show em howYou like me now, but you didnt beforeCause you forgot I was rawChill(eat em up, l)Chill(eat em up, l)Chill(eat em up, l)Chill(yo, eat em up, l)AhFuture 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 downVisualize mcs goin downIn a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymesThe moral of the story is: ima get minesI saw the cord-less, boy, Im gonna house thatYour rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a mouse trapDont try to front while the freestyles droppinHe wants to battle, he must be needle-poppinYou better notify your next akinCause when I begin its like a needle to the skinIf you wasnt preparedThen you ought to be scaredBut even if you wasYoure aware what the rhyme doesI remember when you was an amateurWritin your rhymes, starin at my signatureBought the album, analyzed the styleTisk-tisk (hatchew!) God bless you, childIm unique when I speak to a beatAnother rapperll fall when the missions completeI daze and amaze, my displays a fazeEvery phrase is a maze as uncle l slaysThe competition thats lost in a freestyleCause on the mic Im the golden childWith the magical wand that theyre callin a mikeAnd when mcs approach it turns into a spikeChill(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)YeahYeahI wanna say whats up to my man kool hercAnd my man afrika bambaataa and the zulu nationKnow what what Im sayinMy man marley marl and dj clashMy man b-blastRush townDef jamWe in the houseOf course I gotta say whats up to my homeboys epmdYeahI get busyPeace
