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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 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)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
[ 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