Chill

(Eat em up L)

Chill

(Eat em up L)

Chill

(Eat em up L)

Chill

(Eat em up L)

[ VERSE 1 ]

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)

[ VERSE 2 ]

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 abondoned

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 h