Mama Said Knock You Out — LL Cool J

Chill Chill Chill Chill

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 Chill Chill Chill

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

Ah

Future of the funk, ah

Go 'head, baby Yeah

Chill Chill Chill 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