[verse 1]
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Darkside is were I'm commin' from all alone,
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strangeling niggaz is fakin' on the microphone,
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cuz I've bin around and I'm a be around again,
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who is it? The black nigga 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 niggaz on the sidewalk,
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but all my black the jack so I can night stock,
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cuz carry a big stick for niggaz 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 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', shit gotta get back, it's time to MC, to many
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new niggaz 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 bitch 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. Niggaz wanted to get with me, but your shit was
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horse. Ploakin' in my cliss the warz for competition.
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If a crit nigga 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...
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[chorus]
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menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt
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a fuckin' mad scientist...
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menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt
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Weak az niggaz keep I.N.S, but who can come and fade
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the mad scientist. 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 I control your soul, shaking niggaz 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, cuz ya
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simple minded niggaz might get frustrated, with ya bang-
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bang boogie, cuz Ren heard enough, cuz niggaz don't come
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with the funky stuff, that I used to hear in 83 and 84,
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when shit had to be hardcore, ciminal minded,
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you've bin blinded, I'm lookin' for some shit like that
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but can't find it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door,
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niggaz don't make that kinda shit no more, sippin' az
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niggaz make way, cuz Ren don't play that shit, I'm screamin'
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mayday, a fuckin' mad scientist...
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[chorus]
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Sneaky, sneaky is how I creap up on ya, 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 niggaz come out get out the work,
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that I put in, figure the pin and I write to the hands feels
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of the writes
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shit down and dirty you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating
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wut ya body longs for and fake az niggaz this is who the song's for,
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a mad scientist, but I won't make a frankers dine, I just write
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a rhyme, now I blow ya fuckin' mind. You can't follow this I did'nt
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leave 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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niggaz scared as hell because the villain is back from the sinner
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of the earth I'd makin' way like a goffer, nigga by my self, I'm
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takin' over, on a mad scientist...
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[chorus]
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Mad Scientist
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MC Ren |