[Featuring LL Cool J]

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 entert