MC Ren

MC Ren - Mad Scientist songtekst

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Darkside is were I'm commin' from all alone
 strangeling niggaz is fakin' on the microphone
 cuz I've bin around and I'm a be around again
 who is it? The black nigga that they call Ren
 Won't be brackin' on a nine dubble M
 my still talk kids turn tricks and you sticks n' stones
 so say wuzz up to my niggaz on the sidewalk
 but all my black the jack so I can night stock
 cuz carry a big stick for niggaz that never shot
 beabe gall alwayz talkin' 'bout the trigga, just to get
 payed and make it all routin, if I crack pop they runnin'
 form tha scene'. There's to many recordz out that ain't
 sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio stations ain't playin'
 nuthin', shit gotta get back, it's time to MC, to many
 new niggaz ain't sure like L.B.
 I wanna be L and only care from the crean.
 Aposse like a bitch they get put it in the magazine,
 get away - french, you ain't right all, you ain't the
 source. Niggaz wanted to get with me, but your shit was
 horse. Ploakin' in my cliss the warz for competition.
 If a crit nigga hang around they get a listen.
 Try to peep in my note book, but lost a leg. Got
 paralised neck up from what you read, a mad scientist...

 [chorus]
 menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt
 a fuckin' mad scientist...
 menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt

 Weak az niggaz keep I.N.S, but who can come and fade
 the mad scientist. I've bin away from the public, cause
 I am a enemy. with the black peane disappear like Houdini.
 God of the univers I control your soul, shaking niggaz up
 from the bottom of the north pole. In my double S four
 fifty four with my size ten still towe showe to the floor.
 It's simple, don't wanna make it complicated, cuz ya
 simple minded niggaz might get frustrated, with ya bang-
 bang boogie, cuz Ren heard enough, cuz niggaz don't come
 with the funky stuff, that I used to hear in 83 and 84,
 when shit had to be hardcore, ciminal minded,
 you've bin blinded, I'm lookin' for some shit like that
 but can't find it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door,
 niggaz don't make that kinda shit no more, sippin' az
 niggaz make way, cuz Ren don't play that shit, I'm screamin'
 mayday, a fuckin' mad scientist...

 [chorus]

 Sneaky, sneaky is how I creap up on ya, I clear my throat
 and then I drop bombz on ya, now be onest did ya think
 the villain releit knew niggaz come out get out the work,
 that I put in, figure the pin and I write to the hands feels
 of the writes
 shit down and dirty you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating
 wut ya body longs for and fake az niggaz this is who the song's for,
 a mad scientist, but I won't make a frankers dine, I just write
 a rhyme, now I blow ya fuckin' mind. You can't follow this I did'nt
 leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that means tray repesentin'
 I'm wokin' up light and livin' civilized, the messager elaise yo,
 they opened up my eyez. And the B boyz stand on my throne in black
 niggaz scared as hell because the villain is back from the sinner
 of the earth I'd makin' way like a goffer, nigga by my self, I'm
 takin' over, on a mad scientist...

 [chorus
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Doctor Jam, Madness 4 Real, MC Ren

Componist: ?

Publisher: Ruthless Records

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: Engels

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