Cosmic Dreams (feat. Alex Hue) - Palpal, dooofy & j chill.

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

Wait, wait, wait a minute Wait, wait, wait a minute Wait, wait, wait a minute Wait, wait (HitKidd, how you doing, man?) Wait a minute, tell 'em strippers, "Hold fast" Some bitches from out of town 'bout to show they whole ass It's a go, it's a go, it's a go, it's a go It's a throw, it's a throw, it's a throw, it's a throw (It's a throw) Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it Throw that ass, yeah Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it Throw that ass, yeah It's them North Memphis ratchet-ass bitches for me It's them H-town hot girl bitches for me It's them A-town city girl bitches for me It's them Chi-town pretty girl bitches for me It's them Carolina country bitches for me It's them down by Louisiana bitches for me It's them overseas foreign bitches for me It's them dark skin Hershey Kisses bitches for me Juicy J, I specialize in ratchets Soon as I see what I want, nigga, I gotta have it I gotta grab it, I got blues, Dallas Maverick She clappin' ass, throwin' pussy, I wanna smack it My AP a skeleton, this shit can get Jurassic And everything I'm lettin' go, she tryna catch it She turned around, said, "It's a throw" and started snappin' She turned around, said, "It's a throw" and started clappin' Wait a minute, tell 'em strippers, "Hold fast" Some bitches from out of town 'bout to show they whole ass It's a go, it's a go, it's a go, it's a go It's a throw, it's a throw, it's a throw, it's a throw (It's a throw) Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it Throw that ass, yeah Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it Throw that ass, yeah She a rockstar bitch, she got her asshole pierced (asshole pierced) You want liquor, fuck the bar, we takin' shots right here (shots right here) Roll a joint with no hands 'cause she good with her mouth (good with her mouth) Ain't got a problem with another girl eatin' her out (eatin' her out) Now, where them dollars at? And where them ones that like to eat it up and swallow at? She wanna get thicker, so she let me hit it from the back (from the back) Straight shots, marijuana, she a freak, she do porno Feed her steak, Benihana Wanna fuck in the Rolls-Royce 'cause she love rich niggas I just seen her real clothes, but she get naked in them pictures (In them pictures) We at Puff Daddy's house goin' crazy Lot of bitches with me and we gettin' high like this the '80s' (high like this the '80s') Wait a minute, tell 'em strippers, "Hold fast" (hahaha, uh) Some bitches from out of town 'bout to show they whole ass (what up, Juicy?) It's a go, it's a go, it's a go, it's a go (gang, gang) It's a throw, it's a throw, it's a throw, it's a throw (mafia, it's a throw) Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it Throw that ass, yeah Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it Throw that ass, yeah Show me how you throw it back, show me how you ride it Shawty pop that pussy like that man was inside it (what Juicy say? He like, "Shut the fuck up") Show me how you throw it back, show me how you ride it Shawty pop that pussy like that man was inside it Show me how you throw it back, show me how you ride it Shawty pop that pussy like that man was inside it Show me how you throw it back, show me how you ride it