Luyện nghe bài hát You Gots to Chill

Relax mind, let your conscience be free
And get down to the sounds of
Well you should keep quiet the MC rap
But if you tired -- then go 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
to the clientele, yo I rock well
I'm not an MC who talkin all that
who can beat who, soundin like 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 beat maker, new jack
Destroy an employ', when rhymes are not void
Never sweatin your (Why P?) Cause she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the scene I always rock the
I grab the steel with the on top
In the -- I like to let my rhymes flow
And at twelve I cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my tax
Maintain MC's while the E macks
calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen I tell you boy, you gots to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *

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

I'm the P, double-E,
And one thing I hate, is a MC
When I enter the suckers always form a line
Then they ease their way up, and try to my lines
I did of shows, dissed many faces
And with new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then a MC gets courageous
And like an epidemic it contagious
But never the least all R.I.P
For all those unaware it means Rest In
M.D. -- stands for Microphone Doctor
And the capital P (capital P) M (capital M)
Capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief
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
hestitate to motivate the crowd I'm not playin
Seeing is believin, you catch my
Don't try to a-dapt because I'm too swift
(How swift?) I'm so swift and an actual fact
I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your
I don't on no ropes or no iron cords
The only weapon is my rappin

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

* DJ K La Boss "Jungle boogie!" *