(Eat em up  L)
 Chill
 (Eat em up  L)
 Chill
 (Eat em up  L)
 Chill
 (Eat em up  L)

 [ VERSE 1 ]
 Bring on the mo's and ho's
 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 toon decay


 Chill
 (Eat em up, L)
 Chill
 (Eat em up, L)
 Chill
 (Eat em up, L)
 Chill
 (Eat em up, L)

 [ VERSE 2 ]
 MC's 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 abondoned
 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 mo's and ho's
 I know my abc's and my p's and q's
 Just chill and listen to the rhyme cruise
 All aboard, the cod is a reward
 Some were ignored when they toured for they bored
 The crowd was aloud, 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


 Chill
 (Eat em up, L)
 Chill
 (Eat em up, L)
 Chill
 (Eat em up, L)
 Chill
 (Yo, eat em up, L)

 Ah

 Future of the funk, ah

 (Go 'head, baby)
 (Do it)

 Go 'head, baby
 (Do it)
 Yeah
 (Do it)

 Chill
 (Eat em up, L)
 Chill
 (Eat em up, L)
 Chill
 (Eat em up, L)
 Chill
 (Yo, eat em up, L) ( 2x )

 [ VERSE 3 ]
 It's so visual the way I'm throwin down
 Visualize MC's goin down
 In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes
 The moral of the story is: I'ma get mines
 I saw the cord-less, 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 akin
 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
 Tisk-tisk (Hatchew!) 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 mike
 And when MC's approach it turns into a spike

 Chill
 (Eat em up, L)
 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)

 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