Текст песни EPMD w LL Cool J - Rampage
EPMD w LL Cool J - Rampage слова песни
Slow down baby uhhSlow down baby uhhYou can get rugged, though, hard like PTrying to play my man but you couldn`t touch meYou faggot to comp rapper on a questYou get your head flown, boy you must be smokin` sensSo many often wonder if MDs paidYou`re goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way`Cause I clock Gs while you clock ZsAnd I don`t smoke crack, I smoke M.C.sSo pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take notesA rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throatsMy style deadly psychopath or schizophrenicRapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic`Cause I clock pesos, don`t sell ileyoAnother name for cocaine, mi amigoThat`s Spanish terminology for friendNow sit back and rub my bozack as I sendBass funk with beats that thumpKickers and amps cold lined up in my trunkMy 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 twiceI choose to squeeze, some choose to fightI like to write but then again some biteWhile you were bangin` on tables, I was bangin` Snow WhiteYeah slow down babyThe ripper, the master, the overlordianPlaying M.C.s like a old accordionI get the inspiration from a necessary stationThem sayin` I was vacationin`You can`t cope with your weak-ass throatTryin` `a sneak a peak in while I freak the notesMajor M.C.s become minor B flatsSo retire the mike, get your chains and your batsHere`s your chance to advance, gettin` your stanceI`m `a shoot the holster off your cowboy pantsPure entertainment, tonight`s your arraignmentYou`re quilty, face down on the pavementNo holds barred, it`s time to get scarredYou and your squad better praise the real godThe undertaker droppin` thunder on fakersWhen it comes to lyrics I`m as freaky as SekaSo lay the mike down slow and careful`Cause mine is fully loaded and I have another handfulA 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 soI`m down so that you clowns will knowMe gettin` burnt or hurt won`t be toleratedI got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, I`m constipatedYeah slow down babyWhen I come around homeboy, watch your nuggetI master on the beat down, my style`s ruggedWhen I attack the microphone, close the zoneRap sees danger, can`t roamSecurity is packed and wall to wall can`t fallA rap tank is full so I can`t stallMy microphone is filled with premiumAny whack M.C. that flexes, I`m creamin` `emNot with lotion, bust the motion, flotationWhen I`m rockin` the mike I`m like coastin`Underneath fatigue at my peakYou still seek the style `cause yours is extra weakNew method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kickLike Bruce in a rage-I`m on a rampageYeah slow down babySlow down baby