Ez Elpee - EZ Elpee Uptown Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Big L] Awww, yeah! Yo, check it out. On the M-I-C, right about now is the B-I-G, period, capital L in effect! Word And on the wheels o' steels, it's no other than, the EZ Elpee. Word I wann' give a shout out to the whole one three nine crew Herb McGruff, he's in the house, word up Who else, who else? Lemme see... My man Antwon, he's in the house. Word up Ayo, I can't forget D-Wiz, he's in the house. Word up Who else? Ayo, uh, Tommy Rine, he's in the house, everybody in the house But check it out, it go like this... [Verse: Big L] Yo it's the L and you can tell by my style and my light voice You dig that I'm the youngest in charge, that's the right choice I'm a MC that should be left alone, I'm bad to the bone Flippin' and whippin' a rip and own the microphone And taking me out, you know that's dead Cause I got the rap biz sewed up like thread In the rap game, I'm numero uno Far from little, I'm bigger than a sumo And rappers that pop sh**, the Big L drop quick I'm breaking n***as in half like a chopstick Don't ever step to this, "Why, L?" Cause I'm the foul type Throw up your hands and get floored with a wild right I'm getting rid of emcees without a tussle, I don't hustle And still pull b**hes like a muscle I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics are well writ You sayin' L's this and L's that, get off L's dick I'm the toughest and roughest in the industry Over the years my rap sk**s improved tremendously Rhymes I recite, on the mic Take flight, like a gear bike Me get tooken out? Yeah right Duck emcees at the mouth, they be poppin off Talkin' about steppin' to the L, they need to knock it off And slow the f** down, before they get bucked down I'm rolling with my strong crew, straight outta Uptown When I'm in a rappin' mood, I grab the mic and get rude Me gettin' booed? What the f**, is you food? You must be, or you're just plain dusty Smoking PCP now you think you can crush me But you'll get slayed, and get played, like ping pong And I'll stomp that a** out flat, like i was King Kong Rappers I ran past, but still many men ask Cause I be gettin' loose, like a ho in a dance cla** Raps are deadly and dangerous plus raw Some rappers get props, but the L gets much more Your rhymes are lightweight, mine's a heavy set You're try'na get ill, you better chill cause you ain't ready yet In rap battles I make rappers say "I quit" I drop metaphors, punchlines, all that fly sh** My heads you couldn't fly, diss me, you wouldn't try I boast and brag a lot, but why shouldn't I? Rappers that be basin, I'm wastin', without hesitation Lyrics are so ill I had to put 'em on medication Brothers be amazed, for days The way L flow Can other emcees f** around? Hell no Rhymes are extra ill, come on and test the sk**s And you'll be the next fool who I'm next to k** Believe me Chief, you don't want no trouble son Try to call my bluff and you'll be calling nine double one Emcees that act rude get chewed like Chattanooga Quote what I wrote and get smoked like a bag of buddha I never wear saggin' clothes, L be baggin' hoes Bo Knows that I flows, and I'm draggin' those Emcees that try to compete Stop bein' cheap and spend ya papes and buy this dope a** tape [Outro: Big L] It's like that y'all and ya don't stop The Big L gonna make your body rock Peace, I'm out. Word up Yeah. Word up, I'm comin' out soon You can catch me on a Lord Finesse twelve inch, on the flipside. You know what I'm sayin'? Return of the Funkyman album, droppin', it's gonn' be hot. You know what time it is