[Mad Child]
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I make heads nod like a hot-rod with hydraulics
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A beer drinkin ??? gettin plastered like alcoholics.
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I smash kids that fraulic or tip-toe through the tulips
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Smack a ??? then whip his ass like an orange ???.
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With aggression I sanction on the mic
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Til the pressure from the people frantic ??? young gun professor
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Yes sir i'm fresher, i dont need to be a boaster,
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But i'm the guy thats fly like the great space coaster
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One tough cookie, still a rookie with the kids,
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To have all the girls feelin all the pockets in my pants?
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No, but I hope I can do the hokey-pokey
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Turn myself around, kid, cuz I'm still fuckin broke.
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[Chorus - sample scratch]
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[Mad Child]
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Girls jock the way I rock this obnoxious concoction,
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I'm swift with the gift to talk quick like i'm at an auction.
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The angry kid about to flip, my lid and rock the cradle,
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Try to battle, its suicidal, my style is fatal, so
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Strap on the wrist-straps I never kiss the piss-flaps
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When I rap i tap the bottle then i twist caps
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??? but I be the better MC, cuz my initials are official.
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Artificial styles get me riled up and thats rough, pup
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Your stuff sucks and I get wild and its tough love.
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The space case facing no distortion,
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I'm takin out kids on the mic like an abortion.
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They're forcin these punk suckers stage ???,
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But still, I'd like a real record deal.
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[Q-bert]
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Its the motha with the fuck and the mad master fantastic,
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Makin shit fit, cuz you knows we have to.
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They call me Drescot, cuz I got nothin to lose,
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Confusin the 1s and the 2s.
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Fools see me comin in the year of '94,
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So let me grab another Heiny from the stow.
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??? of the dragon if you're laggin on the two-step,
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You slept on the J to the D E L
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Guess its kinda easy when you're in the background,
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But here's a new sound. Baby that I've found.
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So check the linguistics cuz I'm sweet like this,
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And if the liquor's there, I'm going to get licked quick.
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Bermudo, people just wanna fuck your mind,
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But i just have the beat, hit me two more times.
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Cuz its one for the Treble, two more for the Honda Civic,
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If you dont know who this is, I'ma tell you who it is.
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Its the ??? Asian from the idle-most.
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Make a lot of damn beats but I'm still flat broke,
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So pick-up to my niggas of the B.S. crew,
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Hey, crystal's in the house. I thought you knew.
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[Chorus]
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[Mad Child]
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I'm damper, smooth over the rough like a lapper,
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'86 skater later turned into a rapper. So,
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Clap your hands to the beat vibe,
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But my shoes are old news and i've got holes in my socks.
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I rock the mic swell in this group What the Hell,
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Well here's a little story I've got to tell!
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About two bad b-boys with big hopes and dreams,
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Who drive across the country just to step on the scene.
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I signed the dotted-line but I guess i'm a bust,
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Because i've been livin in my car for about 6 months.
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Without a pop the ??? listen up to my story,
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He didnt even think of saying sorry.
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But back on track, to the fact, a record contract is usually black.
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So if you got one, be prepared to get a lawyer,
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Cuz you'll be up shit without a paddle.
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Oh yeah, its no joke, my friends and be my son,
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Mama's tastin cake, I dont want you to get burned.
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But me, I live on Hip-Hop so I've be climbin that stuff,
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Just remember my name cuz I'm a diamond in the rough.
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Pregnant
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