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[verse 1]Darkside is were |
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I'm commin' from all alone, |
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Strangeling ******z is fakin' on the microphone,'cause |
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I've bin around and |
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I'm a be around again, |
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Who is it? the black ****** that they call ren, |
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Won't be brackin' on a nine dubble m, |
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My still talk kids turn tricks and you sticks n' stones, |
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So say wuzz up to my ******z on the sidewalk, |
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But all my black the jack so |
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I can night stock,'cause carry a big stick for ******z that never shot |
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Beabe gall alwayz talkin' 'bout the trigga, just to get |
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Payed and make it all routin, if |
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I crack pop they runnin' |
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Form tha scene'. there's to many recordz out that ain't |
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Sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio stations ain't playin' |
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Nuthin', ******t gotta get back, it's time to mc, to many |
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New ******z ain't sure like l.b. |
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I wanna be l and only care from the crean. |
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Aposse like a ****** they get put it in the magazine, |
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Get away - french, you ain't right all, you ain't the |
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Source. ******z wanted to get with me, but your ******t was |
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Horse. ploakin' in my cliss the warz for competition. |
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If a crit ****** hang around they get a listen. |
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Try to peep in my note book, but lost a leg. got |
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Paralised neck up from what you read, a mad scientist...[chorus] |
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Menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt |
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A ******' mad scientist... |
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Menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt |
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Weak az ******z keep i.n.s, but who can come and fade |
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The mad scientist. |
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I've bin away from the public, cause |
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I am a enemy. with the black peane disappear like houdini. |
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God of the univers |
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I control your soul, shaking ******z up |
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From the bottom of the north pole. in my double s four |
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Fifty four with my size ten still towe showe to the floor. |
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It's simple, don't wanna make it complicated, 'cause ya |
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Simple minded ******z might get frustrated, with ya bang- |
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Bang boogie, 'cause ren heard enough, 'cause ******z don't come |
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With the funky stuff, that |
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I used to hear in 83 and 84, |
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When ******t had to be hardcore, ciminal minded, |
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You've bin blinded, |
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I'm lookin' for some ******t like that |
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But can't find it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door, |
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******z don't make that kinda ******t no more, sippin' az |
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******z make way, 'cause ren don't play that ******t, |
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I'm screamin' |
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Mayday, a ******' mad scientist...[chorus] |
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Sneaky, sneaky is how |
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I creap up on ya, |
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I clear my throat |
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And then I drop bombz on ya, now be onest did ya think |
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The villain releit knew ******z come out get out the work, |
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That I put in, figure the pin and |
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I write to the hands feels |
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Of the writes |
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******t down and dirty you were swear these apetaitis. |
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I be creating |
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Wut ya body longs for and fake az ******z this is who the song's for, |
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A mad scientist, but |
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I won't make a frankers dine, |
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I just write |
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A rhyme, now |
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I blow ya ******' mind. you can't follow this |
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I did'ntLeave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that means tray repesentin' |
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I'm wokin' up light and livin' civilized, the messager elaise yo, |
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They opened up my eyez. and the b boyz stand on my throne in black |
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******z scared as hell because the villain is back from the sinner |
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Of the earth |
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I'd makin' way like a goffer, ****** by my self, i'm |
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Takin' over, on a mad scientist...[chorus] |