[Featuring LL Cool J]
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 entert
