Eat Em Up L Chill Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Chill 

(Eat 'em up, L) 

Chill 

(Eat 'em up, L) 

Chill 

(Eat 'em up, L) 

Chill 

(Eat 'em up, L) 

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) 

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 abandoned 

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 

Like I said before, bring on the mo's and ho's 

I know my abc's and my p's and q's 

Just chill and listen to the rhyme cruise 

All aboard, the cod is a reward 

Some were ignored when they toured for they bored 

The crowd was aloud, lyrics weren't endowed 

Took a crack of the 40 and went to show em how 

You like me now, but you didn't before 

'Cause you forgot I was raw 

Chill 

(Eat em up, L) 

Chill 

(Eat em up, L) 

Chill 

(Eat em up, L) 

Chill 

(Yo, eat em up, L) 

Ah 

Future 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) [Repeat; x 2] 

It's so visual the way I'm throwin' down 

Visualize MC's goin down 

In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes 

The moral of the story is: I'ma get mines 

I saw the cord-less, boy, I'm gonna house that 

Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a mouse trap 

Don't try to front while the freestyle's droppin 

He wants to battle, he must be needle-poppin 

You better notify your next akin 

'Cause when I begin it's like a needle to the skin 

If you wasn't prepared 

Then you ought to be scared 

But even if you was 

You're aware what the rhyme does 

I remember when you was an amateur 

Writin' your rhymes, starin' at my signature 

Bought the album, analyzed the style 

Tisk-tisk (Hatchew!) God bless you, child 

I'm unique when I speak to a beat 

Another rapper'll fall when the mission's complete 

I daze and amaze, my display's a faze 

Every phrase is a maze as Uncle L slays 

The competition that's lost in a freestyle 

'Cause on the mic I'm the golden child 

With the magical wand that they're callin a mike 

And when MC's approach it turns into a spike 

Chill 

(Eat em up, L) 

Chill 

(Eat em up, L) 

Chill 

(Eat em up, L) 

Chill 

(Eat em up, L) 

Why don't you just chill 

(Eat em up, L) 

Yeah 

Yeah 

I want to say what's up to my man cool Herc 

And my man Afrika Bambaataa and the Zulu Nation 

Know what what I'm sayin' 

My man Marley Marl and DJ Clash 

My man B-Blast 

Rush Town 

Def Jam 

We in the house 

Of course I gotta say what's up to my homeboys EPMD 

Yeah 

I get busy 

Peace