Slow down baby uhh
  Slow down baby uhh
  You can get rugged, though, hard like P
  Trying to play my man but you couldn't touch me
  You faggot to comp rapper on a quest
  You get your head flown, boy you must be smokin' sens
  So many often wonder if MDs paid
  You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way
  'Cause I clock Gs while you clock Zs
  And I don't smoke crack, I smoke M.C.s
  So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take notes
  A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats
  My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic
  Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic
  'Cause I clock pesos, don't sell ileyo
  Another name for cocaine, mi amigo
  That's Spanish terminology for friend
  Now sit back and rub my bozack as I send
  Bass funk with beats that thump
  Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk
  My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin'
  Brother ridin' my tip, L, at the same time thinkin'
  Damn, how could a brother be so nice
  'Cause I'm the capital E-P twice M-D-E twice
  I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight
  I like to write but then again some bite
  While you were bangin' on tables, I was bangin' Snow White
  Yeah slow down baby
  The ripper, the master, the overlordian
  Playing M.C.s like a old accordion
  I get the inspiration from a necessary station
  Them sayin' I was vacationin'
  You can't cope with your weak-ass throat
  Tryin' 'a sneak a peak in while I freak the notes
  Major M.C.s become minor B flats
  So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats
  Here's your chance to advance, gettin' your stance
  I'm 'a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
  Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment
  You're quilty, face down on the pavement
  No holds barred, it's time to get scarred
  You and your squad better praise the real god
  The undertaker droppin' thunder on fakers
  When it comes to lyrics I'm as freaky as Seka
  So lay the mike down slow and careful
  'Cause mine is fully loaded and I have another handful
  A clip to slip in and start rippin'
  Divin' and dippin' and givin' punks a whippin'
  Just in case you wanna go a few rounds and so
  I'm down so that you clowns will know
  Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated
  I got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, I'm constipated
  Yeah slow down baby
  When I come around homeboy, watch your nugget
  I master on the beat down, my style's rugged
  When I attack the microphone, close the zone
  Rap sees danger, can't roam
  Security is packed and wall to wall can't fall
  A rap tank is full so I can't stall
  My microphone is filled with premium
  Any whack M.C. that flexes, I'm creamin' 'em
  Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation
  When I'm rockin' the mike I'm like coastin'
  Underneath fatigue at my peak
  You still seek the style 'cause yours is extra weak
  New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick
  Like Bruce in a rage-I'm on a rampage
  Yeah slow down baby
  Slow down baby