[Intro: MC Ren]

[MC-Ren's footsteps shaking the ground like an Elephant]



[Elephant roars]



[Verse 1: MC Ren]

I'm the original, one that niggaz be bitin'

but fools wanna meet it, exactly what they did it

I been wreckin' shit 'fore thousand B.C.

back in the days, nigga on your T.V.

back when my nigga King-T was the coolest

when fifteen eighty still had that mack attack

it was just head fool bustin' on the west

I was just like the pinky, now the shit is stinky

the Great Elephant is what they call me around the way

cause I be stoppin' mothafuckers all day

Uhh, king of the jungle, listen to my roar

I be wreckin' shit, keepin' hoochies on the floor

they be gettin' hot, but I don't give a damn

I be caressin' the Mic when I hit jams

makin' in morning chrome till I'm throu

cause I'm gonna make it real funky for you

uhh, the walking black gaint, with the Desert Eagle

but how many niggaz can I fit in my Regal

niggaz can't get me in my place to live

because of all the funky-Ass-Shit that I give

I got hypocrite-Niggaz-Balls hangin' in the back

no more think I'm hick, go and make it kinda quick

cause I'm on a mission and they know I'm comin'

every time they hear I'm comin' was all fools they start runnin'

fifty thousand troops lookin' like the middle East

the shit I have to do, just to get a little peace

cause busters, they wanna be chillin'

with that nigga that be callin' the villain

can't be hate them, as I direct my boogie ain't water down

my boogie be thumpin' and hittin' fools way across town

Planners ridicuble, niggaz stay cool

comin' up with fat shit sittin' on Fro-stool

as I think into my self by I never talk back

as I walk to the shack "to the shack"

everyday that I'm livin' niggaz be trippin'

cause all the funky shit that I be givin'

it's like yeah I'm still here, still at the game

I'm makin' that funky shit cause ain't nothin' change

niggaz they wanna know what's up, I'm still chillin'

yeah I'm still the Villain, yeah I'm maybe killin'

I carry my big stick, walk down the block

roll through Compton with my nigga Rocc

MC-Ren The Mad Scientist bustin' tight-Ass-Raps "why"

cause the nigga gotta make snaps

there's too many clowns up on the jew paps

too many itty-bitties occupyin' the Rap City

so I'ma call Don Corleone with bad news

and make nigga enough of that they can't refuse

so hold your breath whenever I'll bust a verse

and hold on tight cause it get much worse

I set boogie traps where ever that I kick it

but you can't come and kick it cause niggaz might stick it

ain't no warning down niggaz on these streets

and ain't no warning down rhymes with these beats

a Mad Scientist straight outta C.P.T

that don't give a fuck if he can't M.C...



[Outro: MC-Ren Talking]

Yeah, yeah

[Elephant roars]