Lyrics Rampage (remix radio edit) - EPMD , 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'
ses
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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