Krs-One Mad Crew
Intro: So in the clubs I get (mad) On the mic I get (mad) On the beats I get (mad) Yo, Chorus: I got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house) I'm wit the I be chillin' wit the I'm rollin' wit the Verse One: 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's with trash's Stay out of my classes, PUNK Stay out of my classes - yo Chorus: Verse Two: 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 Then 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 Chorus Verse Three: Check Me comin' on 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 f..cked up This ain't no game upon the mic Me bring the noise to you like Chuck Chorus: Kid Capri got the Gang Starr got the Ill Will got the Flavor Unit got the
