| Darkside is where I’m comin' from all alone
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| Stranglin' niggas that’s fakin' on the microphone
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| Cause I been around and I’mma be around again
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| Who is it? |
| The black nigga that they call Ren
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| Won’t be braggin' on the nine double M
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| My steel toe kicks, turn tricks, I use sticks and stones
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| And say what’s up, to my niggas on the sidewalk
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| Put on my black to jack, so I can night-stalk
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| Cause to carry a big stick
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| For niggas that never shot a B.B. gun
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| Always talkin' about the trigger
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| Just to get paid, they make it all routine
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| Hear a firecracker pop, they runnin from the scene
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| There’s too many records out, that ain’t sayin' nothin'
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| And fake-ass radio stations ain’t playin' nothin'
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| The shit gotta get back, it’s time to MC
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| Too many new niggas ain’t sure like Al B
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| Or wanna be L and only care from the cream
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| And pose like a bitch, to get put in the magazine «what's up?»
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| You ain’t Fresh, you ain’t Ride On, you ain’t The Source
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| Nigga wanted to get with me, but shit was hoarse
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| Lookin' at my crystal ball for competition
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| Hypocrite niggas hang around to get a listen
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| Tried to peep it in my note book, but lost a leg
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| Got paralyzed neck up from what you read
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| A mad scientist
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| Ren is in control, here we go again scarin' people to death
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| A fuckin' Mad Scientist
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| Ren is in control, here we go again scarin' people to death
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| Weak-ass niggas keep eyein' this
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| But who can come and fade the mad scientist?
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| I been away from the public, cause I’m an enemy
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| With the black Beanie, disappear like Houdini
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| God of the universe, I control your soul
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| Shakin' niggas up from the bottom of the North Pole
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| And my double S, four fifty four
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| With my size ten, steel toe, shuffle through the floor
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| It’s simple, don’t wanna make it complicated
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| Cause you simple minded niggas might get frustrated
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| With your bang-bang boogie, cause Ren heard enough
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| Cause niggas nowadays don’t come with the funky stuff
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| That I used to hear in '83 and '84
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| When shit had to be hardcore
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| Criminal Minded, you’ve been blinded
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| I’m lookin' for some shit like that, but can’t find it
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| 6'N The Mornin, police at my door
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| Niggas don’t make that kind of shit no more
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| Simpin'-ass niggas make wave, cause Ren don’t play that shit
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| I’m screamin' mayday, a fuckin' mad scientist
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| Sneaky sneaky, is how I creep up on you
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| I clear my throat and then I drop bombs on you
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| Now be honest, did you think the Villain will let
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| New niggas come out and tear out the work
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| That I put in, I’ll pick up the pen then I write
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| Til the hand feels arthritis
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| Shit down and dirty, you would swear it’s hepatitis
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| I be creatin' what your body longs for
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| And fake-ass niggas, this is who the song’s for
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| A mad scientist, but I won’t make a Frankenstein
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| I just write a rhyme that’ll blow your fuckin' mind
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| You can’t follow this, I didn’t leave a scent
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| You can’t fool the 5 percent, that me and Train repesent
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| I’m walkin' up right, and livin' civilized
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| The Messenger Elijah, yo, done opened up my eyes
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| Then the B-boys stance, on my throne in black
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| Niggas scared as hell because the Villain is back
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| From the center of the earth, I’m makin' way like the gopher
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| Nigga, by myself I’m takin' over
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| Ugh, a mad scientist
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| Yeah, yeah, I wanna say what’s up to tribe of Shabazz
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| Yo, 1994, '95, a mad scientist |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mad Scientist , by - MC Ren. Song from the album The Villain In Black, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп