Текст песни Rampage - EPMD , LL Cool J

Yeah, uh, funky
Record mode (Yeah)
Slow down, baby (Uh)
Slow down, baby (Uh)
Slow down, baby (Yeah, uh)
Slow down, baby (Yeah, LL Cool J in the house, you know I'm sayin'?)
Slow down, baby (EPMD in effect, snappin' necks, cashin' large checks)
Slow down, baby (All the non-believers can
Cold kiss the dick, you know I'm sayin'?)
Slow down, baby ('Cause this is Daddy Mack
King of the bozack, and all my friends know that)
Slow down, baby (Mix the master down
To a one-eight as I kick like this)
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby

'Cause you can get rugged, tough, hard like P
Tried to play my man, but you couldn't touch me
You faggot, no comp rapper on a quest
To get your head flown, boy, you must be lookin' sessed
'Cause many often wonder, "Is MD paid?"
You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way
'Cause I clock G's while you clock Z's
And I don't smoke crack, I smoke MCs
So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take notes
While rappers suffer from bleeding, sprains, and slit throats
'Cause my style deadly, psychopath, schizophrenic
While rappers choke like a carburetor, freeze up and panic
'Cause I clock pesos, don't sell yayo
Another word for cocaine, mi amigo
That's Spanish, terminology for "friend"
Now sit back and ride my bozack as I send
Bass funk with beats that thump
From kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk
My system crankin', my headlights are
Blinkin', brothers ride on my tip, L
And at the same time thinkin', "Damn
How could a brother be so nice?"
'Cause I'm the capital P-E twice, M-D-E twice
I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight
I like to write, but then again, some bite
And while you was bangin' on tables, I was bangin' Snow White
P

Yeah, slow down, baby
Yeah, slow down, baby
Yeah, slow down, baby
Yeah, slow down, baby

The ripper, the master, the overlordian
Playin' MCs like an old accordion
I get the inspiration from a necessary station
Him sayin' I was vacationin'
You can't quote with your weaker throat
Tryin' to sneak a peek at how I freak the notes
Major MCs become minor B-flats
So retire the mic, get your chains and your bats
Here's your chance to advance
Get in your stance, I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment
You're guilty, 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, drop thunder on fakers
When it comes to lyrics, I'm as freaky as Seka
So lay the mic down slow and careful
'Cause mine is fully loaded and I got 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 or so
I'm down so that you clowns'll know
Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated
I got rhymes up the— huh, forget it, I'm constipated
L

Slow down, baby
Yeah, slow down, baby
Yeah, slow down, baby
Yeah, slow down, baby

When I come around, homeboy, watch your nugget
A master on the beatdown, my style's rugged
When I attack the microphone, close the zone
Rap sees danger, can't roam
Security's packed in, wall-to-wall, can't fall
My rap tank is full, so I can't stall
My microphone is filled with premium
Any wack MC that flexes, I'm creamin' 'em
Not with lotion, bust the motion
Floatation when I'm rockin' the mic, I'm like coastin'
I'm unique, fatigued at my peak
You still seek a style 'cause yours extra weak
New method to rip the stage at my age
And get loose and kick like Bruce in a rage
I'm on a rampage

Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby
Slow down, baby