Rampage

Lyrics

[Intro: Parrish Smith] Yeah, uh, 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, you know what I'm sayin'? (Slow down, baby) EPMD in effect, snappin' necks, cashin' large checks (Slow down, baby) All the non-believers can cold get the dick, you know what I'm sayin'? (Slow down, baby) 'Cause this the daddy mack, king of the bozack All my friends knows that (Slow down, baby) Mixed and mastered down to the all that (Slow down, baby) As I kick it like this (Slow down, baby) (Slow down, baby) [Verse 1: Parrish Smith] 'Cause we 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 loccin' sess 'Cause many often wonder is MD paid? You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way 'Cause I clock G's while you clock Z's And I don't smoke crack, I smoke MCs So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take note While rappers suffer 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 kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk My system's crankin', my headlights are blinkin' Brothers ridin' my tip, L, and 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 [Chorus] Yeah, slow down, baby (Yeah) Slow down, baby (Uh, yeah) Slow down, baby Uh, slow down, baby [Verse 2: LL Cool J] The Ripper, the master, the overlordian Playing MCs like an old accordion I get the inspiration from unnecessary station Them sayin' I was vacationin' You can't quote with your weaker throats Tryin' to sneak a peek at how I freak the notes Major MCs 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' (Aw, 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 [Chorus] Slow down, baby (Uh, yeah) Slow down, baby (Yeah) Slow down, baby E Double in the house (Yeah) [Verse 3: Erick Sermon] When I come around, homeboy, watch your nuggets 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 in, wall-to-wall, can't fall My rap tank is full, so I can't stall My microphone is filled with premium Any wack 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 [Chorus] Slow down, baby Slow down, baby Slow down, baby Slow down, baby [Outro] Slow down, baby Slow down, baby Slow down, baby Slow down, baby Slow down, baby Slow down, baby Slow down, baby Slow down, baby Slow down, baby Slow down, baby Slow down, baby Slow down, baby