PMD - Rampage lyrics

[Intro] Yeahhh... funk... *gong sound*​ Yeah, slow down baby Uhh - slow down baby Uhh - slow down baby Yeah - slow down baby [Intro: Parrish Smith] Yeah LL Cool J in the house (slow down baby) knahmsayin? EPMD in effect (slow down baby) Snappin necks, cashin large checks (slow down baby) All the non-believers can cold get the dick (slow down baby) Y'knahmsayin? (slow down baby) Cause this is daddy mack, king of the bozack All my friends knows that (slow down baby) Mix the master down... As I kick it like this (slow down baby) [Verse 1: Parrish Smith] Cause you can get rugged, tough, hard like P Tried to play my man but you couldn't touch me You f*ggot, no comp' rapper on a quest To get your head flown boy, you must be loc' on sess Cause many often wonder is M.D. paid You're God damn right punk, stay outta my way Cause I clock G's while you clock Z's And I don't smoke crack - I smoke MC's So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take note A rapper suffered from bleedin, sprains and slit throats Cause my style, deadly psychopath schizophrenic A rapper choke like a carburetor, freeze up and panic Cause I clock pesos, don't sell llello 'Nother word for c**aine mi amigo That's Spanish, terminology for friend Now sit back and ride my bozack as I send Ba** funk, with beats that thump For speakers and amps, cold lined up in my trunk My system's crankin my headlights are blinkin Brothers ridin my tip L, 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! [[Hook: DJ Scratch] ​On a rampage! [LL Cool J - over Hook] Slow down baby Yeahhhh - slow down baby Uhh yeah - slow down baby Uhh - slow down baby The Ripper, the master, the overlordian Playing MC's like a old accordion I get the inspiration from unnecessary station Them sayin' I was vacationin' You can't quote with your weaker throat Tryin to sneak a peek at how I freak the notes Major MC's 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, droppin 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 (aww sh**) 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! [Hook] [LL Cool J - over Hook] Slow down baby Uhh yeah - slow down baby Yeah - slow down baby {​E Double in the house!}​ Yeah [Erick Sermon] When I come around homeboy, watch your nuggets 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 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 MC that flexes, I'm creamin him Not with lotion, bust the motion Flotation when I rock on 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 [Hook] - 2X [Over Hook] Slow down baby {​*7X*}​ [Ad libbed scratches and "Slow down baby" repeat to fade]