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 up in the house I'm the Mad, mad crew up in the
I be with the Mad, mad crew up in the I'm rollin' the Mad, mad up in the house
on
See, this is what I'm and I know you don't see this Wack, underprivileged MCs they can see Kris watchin' too much television and they rocka This ain't the TV show "Taxi" and I ain't
I an MC off proper, yo, don't check me Ask your Moms and Pops, yo, they me But here you stand, tryin' to get yours but gettin' You probably spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions"
I play for jeeps, I for keeps, I play for streets, believe me Put down the microphone and consider a You're rated PG, again I win I begin I'm again, no win, try to comprehend, I don't bend
I ravage and damage, I'm like a savage I'm kickin' asses, hot flashes, your style's with out of my classes, punk, stay out of my classes
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 crew up in the And I be drinking the Mad, mad up in the house
on
It's the pros in her I said the pros in her house Fuck shit up down in her house
Twinkle, to the little rap star I got all of MC tongue in a pickle jar So a quick freestyle to my target My core audience, fuck the rest of the
'Cause I spark it, styles, I loan it break your legs if you try to chart it I got heart, it take a lot to rock a record, get with it Some MCs rock for five minutes
Sorry, not the way to approach me Use caution, I rip up lyrical and MCs often You probably don't know I birth to MCs and I also give abortions I'll do a number to your structure
You look supper And I'm that motherfucker You don't wanna be on the I'll end you, twist you up and bend you like
Pick up the microphone and crush up MC a taco No, we're never sad because we nah deal sorrow That's why dem me Jah man you dem challenge trouble Me are number, one of me is no double And you don't no trouble 'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' on the double
I got the Mad, mad up in the house I'm chillin' the Mad, mad up in the house
I'm with the Mad, mad up in the house I'm drinking the Mad, mad crew up in the And I be coming the Mad, mad up in the house
Check, me comin' on quick, me cominadance, now me a KRS-One in a party, man, me do me own MC test but you don't hear vowel one All you hear is when the BDP slap them up
We the champion belt and lyrical cup Any DJ, they want my title filled, no way now man, 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 chillin' the Mad, mad up in the house
And I be coming the Mad, mad up in the house I'm with the Mad, mad crew up in the
Kid got the Mad, mad crew up in the Gang got the Mad, mad up in the house
Ill got the Mad, mad up in the house Flavor got the Mad, mad up in the house
it out Just make noise
Big out to all the real [Incomprehensible] in the house And all the DJ's Who tried to [Incomprehensible] this year Understand, I got the Mad, mad up in the house