Mad So in the clubs, I get mad On the mic, I get mad On the beats, I get mad
Yo, I got the Mad, mad crew up in the I'm the Mad, mad up in the house
I be chillin' the Mad, mad up in the house I'm with the Mad, mad up in the house
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See, this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see Wack, underprivileged MCs think they can see They too much television and they rocka ain't the TV show "Taxi" and I ain't Lotka
I break an MC off proper, yo, check me Ask your Moms and Pops, yo, respect me But you stand, tryin' to get yours but gettin' nothin' You probably spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions"
I for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe me Put the microphone and consider a squeegie You're rated PG, I win when I begin I'm again, no win, try to comprehend, I don't bend
I and damage, I'm wild like a savage I'm kickin' asses, hot flashes, style's with trash's Stay out of my classes, punk, stay out of my
Yo, I got the Mad, mad crew up in the I be chillin' the Mad, mad crew up in the
I'm with the Mad, mad up in the house And I be with the Mad, mad up in the house
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It's the in her house I said it's the pros in her Fuck shit It's up in her house
Twinkle, to the little rap star I got all of MC tongue in a pickle jar So here's a quick to my target My core audience, fuck the rest of the
'Cause I it, styles, I loan shark it Then break your if you try to chart it I got heart, it doesn't a lot to rock a record, get with it MCs can't rock for five minutes
Sorry, not the way to approach me Use caution, I rip up lyrical and MCs often You probably don't this I give to MCs and I also give abortions I'll do a number to your body
You look like And I'm that hungry You wanna be on the menu I'll end you, twist you up and you like Gestapo
up the microphone and crush up MC like a taco No, we're never sad we nah deal with sorrow why dem challenge me Jah man you dem challenge trouble Me are number, one of me is no double And you want no trouble 'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the
I got the Mad, mad crew up in the I'm chillin' the Mad, mad crew up in the
I'm rollin' the Mad, mad crew up in the I'm drinking the Mad, mad up in the house And I be coming the Mad, mad crew up in the
Check, me comin' on quick, me cominadance, now me a in a party, man, me do me own ting Nuff MC test but you don't hear one All you hear is the BDP crew slap them up
We have the champion and lyrical cup Any DJ, they want my filled, no way now man, step up But when you lose, now you get fucked up This ain't no game upon the mic, me bring the to you like Chuck
I got the Mad, mad crew up in the I'm with the Mad, mad crew up in the
And I be coming the Mad, mad crew up in the I'm with the Mad, mad up in the house
Kid got the Mad, mad up in the house Gang got the Mad, mad up in the house
Ill got the Mad, mad crew up in the Flavor got the Mad, mad crew up in the
it out Just some noise
Big out to all the real Hip-hop in the house And all the DJ's Who tried to battle this year Understand, I got the Mad, mad crew up in the