"Bring on the mo's, and hoes/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 tune decay"
-LL Cool J, "Eat 'Em Up, L Chill"
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