Epmd - Rampage lyrics

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Slow down baby uhh

Slow down baby uhh

You can get rugged, though, hard like P

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

You faggot to comp rapper on a quest

You get your head flown, boy you must be smokin' sens

So many often wonder if MDs paid

You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way

'Cause I clock Gs while you clock Zs

And I don't smoke crack, I smoke M.C.s

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

A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats

My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic

Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic

'Cause I clock pesos, don't sell ileyo

Another name for cocaine, mi amigo

That's Spanish terminology for friend

Now sit back and rub my bozack as I send

Bass funk with beats that thump

Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk

My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin'

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

Damn, how could a brother be so nice

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

I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight

I like to write but then again some bite

While you were bangin' on tables, I was bangin' Snow White

Yeah slow down baby

The ripper, the master, the overlordian

Playing M.C.s like a old accordion

I get the inspiration from a necessary station

Them sayin' I was vacationin'

You can't cope with your weak-ass throat

Tryin' 'a sneak a peak in while I freak the notes

Major M.C.s become minor B flats

So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats

Here's your chance to advance, gettin' your stance

I'm 'a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants

Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment

You're quilty, 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 mike down slow and careful

'Cause mine is fully loaded and I have 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 and so

I'm down so that you clowns will know

Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated

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

Yeah slow down baby

When I come around homeboy, watch your nugget

I master on the beat down, my style's rugged

When I attack the microphone, close the zone

Rap sees danger, can't roam

Security is 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 M.C. that flexes, I'm creamin' 'em

Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation

When I'm rockin' the mike I'm like coastin'

Underneath fatigue at my peak

You still seek the style 'cause yours is extra weak

New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick

Like Bruce in a rage-I'm on a rampage

Yeah slow down baby

Slow down baby