LL Cool J — Eat Em Up L Chill

[Chorus] 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 moes and hoes 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 tune decay [Chorus] Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) [Verse 2] MCs 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 abandoned 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 moes and hoes I know my ABCs and my Ps and Qs Just chill and listen to the rhyme cruise All aboard the cord, there's a reward Some were ignored when they toured for the bored The crowd wasn't loud, 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 [Chorus] Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) [Interlude] Uh Future of the funk, uh Go 'head, baby Do it Go 'head, baby Do it Yeah, do it [Chorus] Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Yo, eat 'em up, L) Chill (Eat 'em up, L) Chill (Uh, eat 'em up, L) Chill (Yeah, eat 'em up, L) Chill (Yo, eat 'em up, L) [Verse 3] It's so visual the way I'm throwin' down Visualize MCs goin' down In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes The moral of the story is I'ma get mines I saw the cordless, 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 of kin '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 Tsk-tsk (Achoo), 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 mic And when MC's approach it turns into a spike [Chorus] 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) [Outro] 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