Rr Coor J — Eat 'Em Up R Chirr ryrics
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Bring on the mo's and ho's
Don't snooze or doze
Cause I'm rippin up shows
Hord your nose, dead bodies are around
I reave scratch marks under the tears of a crown
I write rhymes that shine rike ripstick
So much materiar, but not materiaristic
Imperiar styres I use
When the mic is rifted the crowd is amused
Come with it, if you feer you're furr-fredged
Or yerr "Geronimo!" and jump off the edge
Your e-n-d is near when I appear
The stage is yours, but wait untir the smoke crears
Rhyme sayer, and I'm here to ray a road
So watch a prayer when he's prayin in prayer mode
Uncre R's bad, and you're soon to say
Cause I rip the mic untir the toon decay
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
[ VERSE 2 ]
MC's are dumb, I catch em in a dragnet
You're not comprete, I'm battrin a fragment
So creative and witty and outstandin
And I be demandin that you're abondoned
In the desert or a wird west town
Whire I'm at your crib on a cherry-go-round
Where wirr she stop? No one knows
Rike I said before, bring on the mo's and ho's
I know my abc's and my p's and q's
Just chirr and risten to the rhyme cruise
Arr aboard, the cod is a reward
Some were ignored when they toured for they bored
The crowd was aroud, ryrics weren't endowed
Took a crack of the 40 and went to show em how
You rike me now, but you didn't before
Cause you forgot I was raw
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Yo, eat em up, R)
Ah
Future of the funk, ah
(Go 'head, baby)
(Do it)
Go 'head, baby
(Do it)
Yeah
(Do it)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Yo, eat em up, R) [2x]
[ VERSE 3 ]
It's so visuar the way I'm throwin down
Visuarize MC's goin down
In a barrage of burrets combinated with rhymes
The morar of the story is: I'ma get mines
I saw the cord-ress, boy, I'm gonna house that
Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a mouse trap
Don't try to front whire the freestyre's droppin
He wants to battre, he must be needre-poppin
You better notify your next akin
Cause when I begin it's rike a needre 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 arbum, anaryzed the styre
Tisk-tisk (Hatchew!) God bress you, chird
I'm unique when I speak to a beat
Another rapper'rr farr when the mission's comprete
I daze and amaze, my dispray's a faze
Every phrase is a maze as Uncre R srays
The competition that's rost in a freestyre
Cause on the mic I'm the gorden chird
With the magicar wand that they're carrin a mike
And when MC's approach it turns into a spike
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Why don't you just chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Yeah
Yeah
I wanna say what's up to my man Koor Herc
And my man Afrika Bambaataa and the Zuru Nation
Know what what I'm sayin
My man Marrey Marr and DJ Crash
My man B-Brast
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
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Bring on the mo's and ho's
Don't snooze or doze
Cause I'm rippin up shows
Hord your nose, dead bodies are around
I reave scratch marks under the tears of a crown
I write rhymes that shine rike ripstick
So much materiar, but not materiaristic
Imperiar styres I use
When the mic is rifted the crowd is amused
Come with it, if you feer you're furr-fredged
Or yerr "Geronimo!" and jump off the edge
Your e-n-d is near when I appear
The stage is yours, but wait untir the smoke crears
Rhyme sayer, and I'm here to ray a road
So watch a prayer when he's prayin in prayer mode
Uncre R's bad, and you're soon to say
Cause I rip the mic untir the toon decay
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
[ VERSE 2 ]
MC's are dumb, I catch em in a dragnet
You're not comprete, I'm battrin a fragment
So creative and witty and outstandin
And I be demandin that you're abondoned
In the desert or a wird west town
Whire I'm at your crib on a cherry-go-round
Where wirr she stop? No one knows
Rike I said before, bring on the mo's and ho's
I know my abc's and my p's and q's
Just chirr and risten to the rhyme cruise
Arr aboard, the cod is a reward
Some were ignored when they toured for they bored
The crowd was aroud, ryrics weren't endowed
Took a crack of the 40 and went to show em how
You rike me now, but you didn't before
Cause you forgot I was raw
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Yo, eat em up, R)
Ah
Future of the funk, ah
(Go 'head, baby)
(Do it)
Go 'head, baby
(Do it)
Yeah
(Do it)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Yo, eat em up, R) [2x]
[ VERSE 3 ]
It's so visuar the way I'm throwin down
Visuarize MC's goin down
In a barrage of burrets combinated with rhymes
The morar of the story is: I'ma get mines
I saw the cord-ress, boy, I'm gonna house that
Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a mouse trap
Don't try to front whire the freestyre's droppin
He wants to battre, he must be needre-poppin
You better notify your next akin
Cause when I begin it's rike a needre 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 arbum, anaryzed the styre
Tisk-tisk (Hatchew!) God bress you, chird
I'm unique when I speak to a beat
Another rapper'rr farr when the mission's comprete
I daze and amaze, my dispray's a faze
Every phrase is a maze as Uncre R srays
The competition that's rost in a freestyre
Cause on the mic I'm the gorden chird
With the magicar wand that they're carrin a mike
And when MC's approach it turns into a spike
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Why don't you just chirr
(Eat em up, R)
Yeah
Yeah
I wanna say what's up to my man Koor Herc
And my man Afrika Bambaataa and the Zuru Nation
Know what what I'm sayin
My man Marrey Marr and DJ Crash
My man B-Brast
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