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Rampage (Ft. LL Cool J)

Slow down babyCause you can get rugged, tough, hard like P

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

You faggot, no comp' rapper on a quest

To get your head flown boy, you must be loc' on sess

Cause many often wonder is M.D. paid

You're God damn right punk, stay outta my way

Cause I clock G's while you clock Z's

And I don't smoke crack, I smoke MC's

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

A rapper suffered from bleedin, sprains and slit throats

Cause my style, deadly psychopath schizophrenic

A rapper choke like a carburetor, freeze up and panic

Cause I clock pesos, don't sell llello

'Nother word for cocaine mi amigo

That's Spanish, terminology for friend

Now sit back and ride my bozack as I send

Bass funk, with beats that thump

For speakers and amps, cold lined up in my trunk

My system's crankin my headlights are blinkin

Brothers ridin my tip L, at the same time thinkin DAMN

How could a brother be so nice?

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

I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight

I like to write but then again some bite

And while you was bangin on tables;

I was bangin Snow White P!Slow down babyThe Ripper, the master, the overlordian'

Playing MC's like a old accordion

I get the inspiration from unnecessary station

Them sayin I was vacationin'

You can't quote with your weaker throat

Tryin to sneak a peek at how I freak the notes

Major MC's become minor B-flats

So retire the mic, get your chains and your bats

Here's your chance to advance, get in your stance

I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants

Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment

You're guilty - 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 mic down slow and careful

Cause mine is fully loaded and I got another handful

A clip to slip in and start rippin'

Divin' and dippin' and givin punks a whippin' (aww shit)

Just in case you wanna go a few rounds or so

I'm down so that you clowns'll know

Me gettin burnt or hurt won't be tolerated

I got rhymes up the huh forget it I'm constipated L!Slow down babyWhen I come around homeboy, watch your nugget

A master on the beatdown, my style's rugged

When I attack the microphone, close the zone

Rap sees danger, can't roam

Security's 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 MC that flexes, I'm creamin' him

Not with lotion, bust the motion

Flotation when I rock on the mic, I'm like coastin'

I'm unique, fatigued at my peak you still seek

A style cause yours extra weak

New method, to rip the stage at my age

And get loose and kick, like Bruce in a rage

I'm on a rampageSlow down baby

Songwriters

ERICK S SERMON, PARRISH JOSEFF SMITH, LOWELL FULSOM, JIMMY MCCRACKLIN, JAMES TODD SMITHPublished by

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