Big L - EZ Elpee Uptown Freestyle lyrics

Awww, yeah!
Yo, check it out on the M-IC, right
About now is the B-IG, 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

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 shit
The Big L drop quick
I'm breaking niggas 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 bitches 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
Skills 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 fuck 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 fuck, 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 ass 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 class
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 shit
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 fuck around? Hell no
Rhymes are extra ill
Come on and test the skills
And you'll be the next fool
Who I'm next to kill 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 ass tape
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