作曲 : LL Cool J/M. Williams/James Todd Smith/Marlon Williams eat em up l chill LL Cool J Chill （eat em up, l） Chill （eat em up, l） Chill （eat em up, l） Chill （eat em up, l） Bring on the mos and hos Dont snooze or doze Cause Im 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 lipsticklike 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 youre 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 Im here to lay a load So watch a player when hes playin in player mode Uncle ls bad, and youre 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） Mcs are dumb, I catch em in a dragnet Youre not complete, Im battlin a fragment So creative and witty and outstandin And I be demandin that youre abondoned In the desert or a wild west town While Im at your crib on a cherry-go-round Where will she stop? no one knows Like I said before, bring on the mos and hos I know my abcs and my ps and qs 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 werent endowed Took a crack of the 40 and went to show em how You like me now, but you didnt 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 ） Its so visual the way Im throwin down Visualize mcs goin down In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes The moral of the story is: ima get mines I saw the cord-less, boy, Im gonna house that Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a mouse trap Dont try to front while the freestyles droppin He wants to battle, he must be needle-poppin You better notify your next akin Cause when I begin its like a needle to the skin If you wasnt prepared Then you ought to be scared But even if you was Youre 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 Im unique when I speak to a beat Another rapperll fall when the missions complete I daze and amaze, my displays a faze Every phrase is a maze as uncle l slays The competition thats lost in a freestyle Cause on the mic Im the golden child With the magical wand that theyre callin a mike And when mcs 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 dont you just chill （eat em up, l） Yeah Yeah I wanna say whats up to my man kool herc And my man afrika bambaataa and the zulu nation Know what what Im 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 whats up to my homeboys epmd Yeah I get busy Peace