Mad Crew

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 with the Mad, mad crew up in the house I be chillin' with the Mad, mad crew up in the house I'm rollin' with the Mad, mad crew up in the house Come on See, this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this Wack, underprivileged 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 I'm kickin' asses, hot flashes, your style's with trash's Stay out of my classes, punk, stay out of my classes Yo, I got the Mad, mad crew up in the house I be chillin' with the Mad, mad crew up in the house I'm rollin' with the Mad, mad crew up in the house And I be drinking with the Mad, mad crew up in the house Come on It's the pros in her house I said it's the pros in her house Fuck that shit It's up down in her 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 loan shark 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 with 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' with the Mad, mad crew up in the house I'm rollin' with the Mad, mad crew up in the house I'm drinking with the Mad, mad crew up in the house And I be coming with the Mad, mad crew up in the house 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 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' with the Mad, mad crew up in the house And I be coming with the Mad, mad crew up in the house I'm rollin' with 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 Just make some noise Big shout out to all the real Hip-hop in the house And all the phoney DJ's Who tried to battle this year Understand, I got the Mad, mad crew up in the house