Epmd 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