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Darkside is I'm commin' from all alone,
Strangeling is fakin' on the microphone,
'cause I've bin around and I'm a be again,
Who is it? the black nigga that they ren,
Won't be on a nine dubble m,
My still talk kids turn and you sticks n' stones,
So say up to my niggaz on the sidewalk,
But all my black the jack so I can stock,
'cause carry a big stick for that never shot
Beabe alwayz talkin' 'bout the trigga, just to get
Payed and it all routin, if I crack pop they runnin'
tha scene'. there's to many recordz out that ain't
Sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio ain't playin'
Nuthin', shit gotta get back, time to mc, to many
New ain't sure like l.b.
I wanna be l and care from the crean.
Aposse like a bitch get put it in the magazine,
Get away - french, you right all, you ain't the
Source. wanted to get with me, but your shit was
Horse. ploakin' in my cliss the for competition.
If a crit hang around they get a listen.
Try to peep in my note book, but a leg. got
Paralised up from what you read, a mad scientist...

Menacy control we diss guarente who they doubt
A mad scientist...
Menacy we always diss guarente who they doubt

Weak az niggaz i.n.s, but who can come and fade
The mad scientist. I've bin away from the public,
I am a enemy. with the black peane like houdini.
God of the I control your soul, shaking niggaz up
From the bottom of the north pole. in my double s
Fifty four my size ten still towe showe to the floor.
It's simple, don't make it complicated, 'cause ya
Simple minded might get frustrated, with ya bang-
Bang boogie, 'cause ren heard enough, 'cause niggaz don't
With the funky stuff, I used to hear in 83 and 84,
shit had to be hardcore, ciminal minded,
You've bin blinded, I'm lookin' for some like that
But can't it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door,
Niggaz don't make kinda shit no more, sippin' az
Niggaz make way, 'cause ren play that shit, I'm screamin'
Mayday, a mad scientist...

Sneaky, sneaky is how I up on ya, I clear my throat
And then I bombz on ya, now be onest did ya think
The villain releit knew niggaz out get out the work,
That I put in, the pin and I write to the hands feels
Of the
Shit down and you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating
Wut ya body for and fake az niggaz this is who the song's for,
A mad scientist, but I make a frankers dine, I just write
A rhyme, now I ya fuckin' mind. you can't follow this I did'nt
Leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that means repesentin'
I'm up light and livin' civilized, the messager elaise yo,
They opened up my eyez. and the b stand on my throne in black
scared as hell because the villain is back from the sinner
Of the earth I'd way like a goffer, nigga by my self, i'm
over, on a mad scientist...