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Darkside is I'm commin' from all alone,
Strangeling niggaz is on the microphone,
'cause I've bin around and I'm a be again,
Who is it? the black nigga they call ren,
Won't be brackin' on a nine m,
My still talk kids tricks and you sticks n' stones,
So say wuzz up to my on the sidewalk,
But all my black the 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 it all routin, if I crack pop they runnin'
Form tha scene'. there's to recordz out that ain't
nuthin', and fake az radio stations ain't playin'
Nuthin', shit gotta get back, time to mc, to many
New niggaz ain't sure l.b.
I wanna be l and only from the crean.
Aposse like a bitch get put it in the magazine,
Get away - french, you right all, you ain't the
Source. niggaz wanted to get with me, but your was
Horse. ploakin' in my cliss the for competition.
If a crit hang around they get a listen.
Try to peep in my note book, but a leg. got
Paralised up from what you read, a mad scientist...

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

Weak az keep i.n.s, but who can come and fade
The mad scientist. I've bin away from the public,
I am a enemy. with the black disappear like houdini.
God of the univers I control your soul, shaking up
the bottom of the north pole. in my double s four
Fifty four with my ten still towe showe to the floor.
It's simple, don't make it complicated, 'cause ya
Simple minded niggaz get frustrated, with ya bang-
boogie, 'cause ren heard enough, 'cause niggaz don't come
With the funky stuff, that I to hear in 83 and 84,
When shit had to be hardcore, minded,
You've bin blinded, I'm for some shit like that
But can't find it, 6'n the mornin', at my door,
Niggaz make that kinda shit no more, sippin' az
Niggaz make way, 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 drop bombz on ya, now be did ya think
The villain releit knew come out get out the work,
I put in, figure the pin and I write to the hands feels
Of the
Shit and dirty you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating
Wut ya longs for and fake az niggaz this is who the song's for,
A mad scientist, but I won't make a dine, I just write
A rhyme, now I blow ya fuckin' mind. you can't follow I did'nt
Leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that tray repesentin'
I'm up light and livin' civilized, the messager elaise yo,
They up my eyez. and the b boyz stand on my throne in black
Niggaz scared as hell because the villain is back from the
Of the I'd makin' way like a goffer, nigga by my self, i'm
over, on a mad scientist...