Mad Crew

歌詞

BooBooBooBooBooyakaShot Of course, all the hardcore heads, this one goes out to You. Crank up the volume one time. Peace to all the real DJs out there, cause I don't send my music to no garbage DJs, they get me (mad) So in the clubs I get (mad) On the mic I get (mad) On the beats I get (mad) Yo I got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) I'm wit the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) I be chillin' wit the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) I'm rollin' wit the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) C'mon See, this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this Wack underpriveledged MCs think they can see Kris They watchin' too much television and they rocka This ain't the TV show "Taxi" and I ain't Lotka I break an MC off proper, yo don't check me Ask your Moms and Pops, yo they respect me But here you stand, tryin' to get yours, but gettin' nothin' You probably can't spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions" I play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe me Put down the microphone and consider a squeegie You're rated PG, again I win when I begin I'm slammin' again, no win, try to comprehend I don't bend I ravage and damage I'm wild like a savage, kickin' asses Hot flashes, your style is what trash is Stay out of my classes, punk Stay out of my classes - yo I got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) I'm chillin' wit the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) I'm rollin' wit the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) And I be hangin' wit the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) C'mon "Is the Bronx in the house? I said is the Bronx n the house? Fuck that shit. Is uptown in the house?" Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star I got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jar So here's a quick freestyle to my target My core audience, fuck the rest of the market 'Cause I spark it, styles I loanshark it To break your legs if you try to chart it I got heart, it doesn't take a lot to rock a record, get wit it Some MCs can't rock for five minutes Sorry, that's not the way to approach me Use caution, I rip up lyrical crews and MCs often You probably don't know this: I give birth to MCs and I also give abortions I'll do a number to your body structure You look like supper and I'm that hungry motherfucker You don't wanna be on the menu I'll end you, twist you up and bend you like Gestapo Pick up the microphone and crush up MC like a taco No, we're never sad because we nah deal with sorrow That's why dem challenge me, jah man you know dem challenge trouble Me are number one of me there is no double! And you don't want no trouble 'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the double I got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) I'm chillin' wit the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) I'm rollin' wit the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) I'm hangin' wit the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) And I be comin' wit the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) "Word, Yo, Brooklyn, where You at, where You at? Yo, Brooklyn, where You at, Brooklyn? Where You at? Now, Bronx, make some noise!" Check Me comin' in quick, me cominadance, now me a sing KRS-One in a party, man me do me own ting Nuff MC test, but you don't hear vowel one All you hear is when the BDP crew slap them up We have the champion belt and lyrical cup Any DJ they want my title filled, no way now man step up But when you lose, now understand you get fucked up This ain't no game upon the mic me bring the noise to you like Chuck I got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) I'm chillin' wit the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) And I be comin' wit the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) I'm rollin' wit the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) Kid Capri got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) Gang Starr got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) Ill Will got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) Flavor Unit got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) Check it out! "Make some noise! Fuck that shit, baby. Bronx is in the motherfuckin' house..." Big shoutout to all the real hip hoppers in the house and all the phony DJs that try to battle BDP this year, understand: I got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)