Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eat Em Up L Chill, artist - LL COOL J. Date of issue: 26.08.1990
Song language: English
Eat Em Up L Chill |
| 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 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 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) |
| 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 wanna say what’s up to my man Kool 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 |