Rampage (feat. LL Cool J)

Yeah, funk

Record mode

Yeah, slow down, baby

Uh, slow down, baby

Uh, slow down, baby

Yeah, uh, slow down, baby

Yeah, LL Cool J in the house, know what I'm sayin'?

EPMD in effect, snappin' necks, cashin' large checks

All the non-believers can cold get the dick , y'know what I'm sayin'?

'Cause this is daddy mack, king of the bozack

All my friends knows that

Mix the master down

As I kick it like this

'Cause you can get rugged, tough, hard like P

Tried to play my man but you couldn't touch me

You faggot, no comp' rapper on a quest

To get your head flown, boy, you must be loc' on sess

'Cause many often wonder is M.D. paid

You're God damn right, punk, stay outta my way

'Cause I clock G's while you clock Z's

And I don't smoke crack, I smoke MC's

So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take note

A rapper suffered from bleedin', sprains and slit throats

'Cause my style deadly, psychopath, schizophrenic

A rapper choke like a carburetor, freeze up and panic

'Cause I clock pesos, don't sell yayo

'Nother word for cocaine, mi amigo

That's Spanish, terminology for friend

Now sit back and ride my bozack as I send

Bass funk, with beats that thump

For speakers and amps, cold lined up in my trunk

My system's crankin', my headlights are blinkin'

Brothers ridin' my tip L, at the same time thinkin'

"Damn, how could a brother be so nice?"

'Cause I'm the capital, P-E twice, M-D-E twice

I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight

I like to write but, then again, some bite

And while you was bangin' on tables

I was bangin' Snow White, P

Slow down, baby

Yeah, slow down, baby

Uh, yeah, slow down, baby

Yeah, slow down, baby

The Ripper, the master, the overlord-ian

Playing MC's like a old accordion

I get the inspiration from a necessary station

Them sayin' I was vacationin'

You can't quote with your weaker throat

Tryna sneak a peek at how I freak the notes

Major MC's become minor B-flats

So retire the mic, get your chains and your bats

Here's your chance to advance, get in your stance

I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants

Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment

You're guilty, 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 mic down slow and careful

'Cause mine is fully loaded and I got 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 or so

I'm down so that you clowns'll know

Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated

I got rhymes up the, huh, forget it I'm constipated, L

Slow down, baby

Uh, slow down, baby

Yeah, slow down, baby

(E-Double in the house) Yeah

When I come around, homeboy, watch your nugget

A master on the beatdown, my style's rugged

When I attack the microphone, close the zone

Rap sees danger, can't roam

Security's 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 MC that flexes, I'm creamin' him

Not with lotion, bust the motion

Flotation when I rock on the mic, I'm like coastin'

I'm unique, fatigued at my peak

You still seek a style 'cause yours extra weak

New method, to rip the stage at my age

And get loose and kick, like Bruce in a rage

I'm on a rampage

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby...