Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)

[ VERSE 1 ]
Bring on the mo´s and ho´s
Don´t snooze or doze
Cause I´m rippin up shows
Hold your nose, dead bodies are around
I leave scratch marks under the tears of a clown
I write rhymes that shine like lipstick
So much material, but not materialistic
Imperial styles I use
When the mic is lifted the crowd is amused
Come with it, if you feel you´re full-fledged
Or yell "Geronimo!" and jump off the edge
Your e-n-d is near when I appear
The stage is yours, but wait until the smoke clears
Rhyme sayer, and I´m here to lay a load
So watch a player when he´s playin in player mode
Uncle L´s bad, and you´re soon to say
Cause I rip the mic until the toon decay

Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)

[ VERSE 2 ]
MC´s are dumb, I catch em in a dragnet
You´re not complete, I´m battlin a fragment
So creative and witty and outstandin
And I be demandin that you´re abondoned
In the desert or a wild west town
While I´m at your crib on a cherry-go-round
Where will she stop? No one knows
Like I said before, bring on the mo´s and ho´s
I know my abc´s and my p´s and q´s
Just chill and listen to the rhyme cruise
All aboard, the cod is a reward
Some were ignored when they toured for they bored
The crowd was aloud, lyrics weren´t endowed
Took a crack of the 40 and went to show em how
You like me now, but you didn´t before
Cause you forgot I was raw

Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Yo, eat em up, L)

Ah

Future of the funk, ah

(Go ´head, baby)
(Do it)

Go ´head, baby
(Do it)
Yeah
(Do it)

Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Yo, eat em up, L) [2x]

[ VERSE 3 ]
It´s so visual the way I´m throwin down
Visualize MC´s goin down
In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes
The moral of the story is: I´ma get mines
I saw the cord-less, boy, I´m gonna house that
Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a mouse trap
Don´t try to front while the freestyle´s droppin
He wants to battle, he must be needle-poppin
You better notify your next akin
Cause when I begin it´s like a needle to the skin
If you wasn´t prepared
Then you ought to be scared
But even if you was
You´re aware what the rhyme does
I remember when you was an amateur
Writin your rhymes, starin at my signature
Bought the album, analyzed the style
Tisk-tisk (Hatchew!) God bless you, child
I´m unique when I speak to a beat
Another rapper´ll fall when the mission´s complete
I daze and amaze, my display´s a faze
Every phrase is a maze as Uncle L slays
The competition that´s lost in a freestyle
Cause on the mic I´m the golden child
With the magical wand that they´re callin a mike
And when MC´s approach it turns into a spike

Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Why don´t you just chill
(Eat em up, L)

Yeah

Yeah
I wanna say what´s up to my man Kool Herc
And my man Afrika Bambaataa and the Zulu Nation
Know what what I´m sayin
My man Marley Marl and DJ Clash
My man B-Blast
Rush Town
Def Jam
We in the house
Of course I gotta say what´s up to my homeboys EPMD
Yeah
I get busy
Peace