Rampage feat. LL Cool J -Lyrics-

Rampage - Business As Usual

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