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Eat Em Up L Chill
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Bring on the mo's and ho's
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Don't snooze or doze
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Cause I'm rippin up shows
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Hold your nose, dead bodies are around
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I leave scratch marks under the tears of a clown
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I write rhymes that shine like lipstick
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So much material, but not materialistic
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Imperial styles I use
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When the mic is lifted the crowd is amused
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Come with it, if you feel you're full-fledged
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Or yell "Geronimo!" and jump off the edge
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Your e-n-d is near when I appear
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The stage is yours, but wait until the smoke clears
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Rhyme sayer, and I'm here to lay a load
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So watch a player when he's playin in player mode
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Uncle L's bad, and you're soon to say
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Cause I rip the mic until the toon decay
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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MC's are dumb, I catch em in a dragnet
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You're not complete, I'm battlin a fragment
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So creative and witty and outstandin
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And I be demandin that you're abondoned
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In the desert or a wild west town
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While I'm at your crib on a cherry-go-round
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Where will she stop? No one knows
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Like I said before, bring on the mo's and ho's
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I know my abc's and my p's and q's
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Just chill and listen to the rhyme cruise
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All aboard, the cod is a reward
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Some were ignored when they toured for they bored
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The crowd was aloud, lyrics weren't endowed
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Took a crack of the 40 and went to show em how
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You like me now, but you didn't before
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Cause you forgot I was raw
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Yo, eat em up, L)
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Ah
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Future of the funk, ah
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(Go 'head, baby)
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(Do it)
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Go 'head, baby
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(Do it)
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Yeah
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(Do it)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Yo, eat em up, L) ( 2x )
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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It's so visual the way I'm throwin down
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Visualize MC's goin down
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In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes
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The moral of the story is: I'ma get mines
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I saw the cord-less, boy, I'm gonna house that
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Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a mouse trap
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Don't try to front while the freestyle's droppin
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He wants to battle, he must be needle-poppin
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You better notify your next akin
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Cause when I begin it's like a needle to the skin
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If you wasn't prepared
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Then you ought to be scared
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But even if you was
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You're aware what the rhyme does
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I remember when you was an amateur
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Writin your rhymes, starin at my signature
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Bought the album, analyzed the style
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Tisk-tisk (Hatchew!) God bless you, child
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I'm unique when I speak to a beat
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Another rapper'll fall when the mission's complete
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I daze and amaze, my display's a faze
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Every phrase is a maze as Uncle L slays
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The competition that's lost in a freestyle
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Cause on the mic I'm the golden child
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With the magical wand that they're callin a mike
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And when MC's approach it turns into a spike
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Why don't you just chill
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(Eat em up, L)
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Yeah
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Yeah
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I wanna say what's up to my man Kool Herc
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And my man Afrika Bambaataa and the Zulu Nation
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Know what what I'm sayin
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My man Marley Marl and DJ Clash
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My man B-Blast
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Rush Town
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Def Jam
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We in the house
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Of course I gotta say what's up to my homeboys EPMD
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Yeah
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I get busy
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Peace
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Eat Em Up L Chill
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