Rampage Lyrics

Rampage lyrics

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