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Darkside is I'm commin' from all alone,
Strangeling is fakin' on the microphone,
'cause I've bin around and I'm a be again,
Who is it? the black that they call ren,
Won't be brackin' on a dubble m,
My talk kids turn tricks and you sticks n' stones,
So say wuzz up to my on the sidewalk,
But all my the jack so I can night stock,
carry a big stick for niggaz that never shot
Beabe gall alwayz talkin' the trigga, just to get
Payed and make it all routin, if I crack pop they
tha scene'. there's to many recordz out that ain't
Sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio stations ain't
Nuthin', shit get back, it's time to mc, to many
New niggaz ain't sure l.b.
I be l and only care from the crean.
like a bitch they get put it in the magazine,
Get away - french, you right all, you ain't the
Source. niggaz wanted to get me, but your shit was
Horse. ploakin' in my the warz for competition.
If a crit nigga hang around get a listen.
Try to peep in my book, but lost a leg. got
Paralised neck up what you read, a mad scientist...

Menacy control we always diss guarente who doubt
A mad scientist...
Menacy control we diss guarente who they doubt

Weak az keep i.n.s, but who can come and fade
The mad scientist. I've bin away the public, cause
I am a enemy. with the peane disappear like houdini.
God of the univers I your soul, shaking niggaz up
From the bottom of the north pole. in my s four
Fifty four with my size ten towe showe to the floor.
simple, don't wanna make it complicated, 'cause ya
Simple niggaz might get frustrated, with ya bang-
Bang boogie, 'cause ren heard enough, 'cause don't come
the funky stuff, that I used to hear in 83 and 84,
When had to be hardcore, ciminal minded,
You've bin blinded, I'm lookin' for some shit that
But find it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door,
Niggaz don't make that kinda shit no more, az
make way, 'cause ren don't play that shit, I'm screamin'
Mayday, a mad scientist...

Sneaky, sneaky is how I creap up on ya, I clear my
And then I bombz on ya, now be onest did ya think
The villain knew niggaz come out get out the work,
I put in, figure the pin and I write to the hands feels
Of the
Shit down and you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating
Wut ya body longs for and fake az niggaz is who the song's for,
A mad scientist, but I won't make a frankers dine, I just
A rhyme, now I blow ya fuckin' mind. you can't this I did'nt
Leave a sitch, you fool the 5 procent that means tray repesentin'
I'm wokin' up and livin' civilized, the messager elaise yo,
They opened up my eyez. and the b stand on my throne in black
Niggaz as hell because the villain is back from the sinner
Of the earth I'd makin' way like a goffer, by my self, i'm
over, on a mad scientist...