EPMD

EPMD - Rampage songtekst

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Slow down baby uhh
 Slow down baby uhh
 You can get rugged  though  hard like P
 Trying to play my man but you couldn't touch me
 You faggot to comp rapper on a quest
 You get your head flown  boy you must be smokin' sens
 So many often wonder if MDs paid
 You're goddamn right  punk  stay outta my way
 'Cause I clock Gs while you clock Zs
 And I don't smoke crack  I smoke M.C.s
 So pick up a pen  cop a squat, and take notes
 A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats
 My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic
 Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic
 'Cause I clock pesos, don't sell ileyo
 Another name for cocaine, mi amigo
 That's Spanish terminology for friend
 Now sit back and rub my bozack as I send
 Bass funk with beats that thump
 Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk
 My 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 twice
 I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight
 I like to write but then again some bite
 While you were bangin' on tables, I was bangin' Snow White
 Yeah slow down baby
 The ripper, the master, the overlordian
 Playing M.C.s like a old accordion
 I get the inspiration from a necessary station
 Them sayin' I was vacationin'
 You can't cope with your weak-ass throat
 Tryin' 'a sneak a peak in while I freak the notes
 Major M.C.s become minor B flats
 So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats
 Here's your chance to advance, gettin' your stance
 I'm 'a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
 Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment
 You're quilty, 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 mike down slow and careful
 'Cause mine is fully loaded and I have another handful
 A 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 so
 I'm down so that you clowns will know
 Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated
 I got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, I'm constipated
 Yeah slow down baby
 When I come around homeboy, watch your nugget
 I master on the beat down, my style's rugged
 When I attack the microphone, close the zone
 Rap sees danger, can't roam
 Security is 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 M.C. that flexes, I'm creamin' 'em
 Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation
 When I'm rockin' the mike I'm like coastin'
 Underneath fatigue at my peak
 You still seek the style 'cause yours is extra weak
 New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick
 Like Bruce in a rage-I'm on a rampage
 Yeah slow down baby
 Slow down baby
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Auteur: James Todd Smith, Lowell Fulson, Jimmy McCracklin

Componist: ?

Publisher: HHL Records

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1990

Taal: Engels

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