Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill

Relax mind, let your conscience be free
And get down to the sounds of
Well you keep quiet while the MC rap
But if you tired -- go take a nap
Or stay and watch the show I take
right now -- I'm bout to shake'n'bake
The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I
Thanks to the clientele, yo I well
I'm not an MC who talkin all junk
About who can beat who, soundin a punk
I just get down and I go for
Say one-two', and run down the line

To the average MC I'm as The Terminator
Funky maker, new jack exterminator
Destroy an employ', your rhymes are not void
Never sweatin your girl (Why P?) she's a skeezoid
I'm on the scene I always rock the spot
I grab the steel with the on top
In the beginnin -- I to let my rhymes flow
And at I press cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my tax
Maintain while the Double E macks
Always calm under pressure, no to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *

I be the personal computer on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, by step
Make em def to maintain my rep
Prepared to come off, in case of a
Not worried about a thing, cause we can do
I can turn the out just by standin still
Make the scream and shout while the brothers act ill
total control, of your body and soul
Pack a nine in my pants for when it's to roll

I'm the P, double-E,
And one thing I hate, is a MC
When I enter the party suckers always form a
Then they ease way up, and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many
And with new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
But now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
And like an epidemic it becomes
But never the they all R.I.P
For all those it means Rest In Peace
Cause M.D. -- for Microphone Doctor
And the P (capital P) capital M (capital M)
D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker
Don't like to get ill, but if I to I kill
So me boy, you gots to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *

Catch word I'm sayin, no there's no delayin
Don't to motivate the crowd I'm not playin
Seeing is believin, you my drift?
Don't try to a-dapt I'm just too swift
(How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual
I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on back
I don't swing on no or no iron cords
The weapon is my rappin sword

Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal
When I'm on the microphone
Cause I'm the funky maker, MC undertaker
The one who to max and relax
And when it's time, diggum-smack
I keep their hands clappin, fingers snappin, tappin
When it's time to roll Uzi was packin
The PMD, the mic's my friend
And the course of the party, I kill again and again
So if you're thinkin bout you better come prepared
Come witcha and your armor geared
You to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *