Rampage Lyrics - Singles - Epmd

Slow down baby 

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 llello 

'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! 

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Slow down baby 

The Ripper, the master, the overlordian' 

Playing MC's like a old accordion 

I get the inspiration from unnecessary station 

Them sayin I was vacationin' 

You can't quote with your weaker throat 

Tryin to 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' (aww shit) 

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! 

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Slow down baby 

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