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 crew up in the I'm rollin' the Mad, mad up in the house
on
See, this is I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this Wack, underprivileged MCs think can see Kris They watchin' too television and they rocka ain't the TV show "Taxi" and I ain't Lotka
I break an MC off proper, yo, don't me Ask Moms and Pops, yo, they respect me But here you stand, tryin' to get yours but nothin' You probably spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions"
I play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I for streets, believe me Put down the microphone and consider a You're rated PG, again I win when I I'm slammin' again, no win, try to comprehend, I bend
I ravage and damage, I'm wild a savage I'm kickin' asses, hot flashes, your style's trash's Stay out of my classes, punk, out of my classes
Yo, I got the Mad, mad up in the house I be chillin' the Mad, mad up in the house
I'm with the Mad, mad crew up in the And I be drinking the Mad, mad up in the house
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It's the pros in her I said the pros in her house Fuck that up down in her house
Twinkle, to the little rap star I got all of MC tongue in a pickle jar So here's a quick freestyle to my My audience, fuck the rest of the market
'Cause I spark it, styles, I loan it Then your legs if you try to chart it I got heart, it doesn't a lot to rock a record, get with it Some MCs rock for five minutes
Sorry, that's not the way to me Use caution, I rip up crews and MCs often You probably know this I birth to MCs and I also give abortions I'll do a number to your structure
You look like 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 up MC like a taco No, never sad because 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 up in the house I'm chillin' the Mad, mad crew up in the
I'm rollin' the Mad, mad up in the house I'm drinking the Mad, mad up in the house And I be with the Mad, mad up in the house
Check, me on quick, me cominadance, now me a sing KRS-One in a party, man, me do me own 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, want my title filled, no way now man, step up But when you lose, now understand you get up ain't no game upon the mic, me bring the noise to you like Chuck
I got the Mad, mad up in the house I'm with the Mad, mad up in the house
And I be coming the Mad, mad crew up in the I'm with the Mad, mad crew up in the
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 up in the house
it out Just some 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 crew up in the