Pregnant - Madchild, DJ Q-Bert

I make heads nod like a hot-rod with hydraulics

The beer drinkin' rapper plastered like the alcoholics

I smash kids that frolic or tip-toe through the tulips

Smack a bowcat then whip his ass like an orange

With aggression I sanction on the mic

Feel the pressure from the people frantic branded as the young gun professor

Yes sir i’m fresher, i don’t need to be a boaster

But i’m the guy that’s fly like the great space coaster

One tough cookie, still a rookie with the kids

To have all the girls feelin all the pockets in my pants?

No, but I hope I can do the hokey-pokey

Turn myself around, kid, cause I’m still fucking broke

Madchild

Girls jock the way I rock this obnoxious concoction

I’m swift with the gift to talking quick like at an auction

The angry kid about to flip my lid and rock the cradle

Try to battle, its suicidal, my style is fatal, so

Strap on the wrist-straps I never kiss the piss-flaps

When I rap I tap the bottle then I twist caps

but I be the better MC, cause my initials are official

Artificial styles get me riled up and that’s rough, pup

Your stuff sucks and I get wild and its tough luck

You space case

Put mace in your face, no distortion

I’m taking out kids on the mic like an abortion

They’re forcing these punk off the stage as they squeal

But still, I’d like a real record deal

Q-Bert

Its the motha with the fuck and the mad nasty bastard

Making shit flip cause you knows we have to

Call me Dred Scott cause I got nothin' ta lose

When Q’s on the ones and the twos

Fools see me comin in the year of '94

So let me grab another Heiny from the store

Enter the dragon if you’re laggin' on the two-step

Yeah

You slept on the J to the D E F

Guess its kinda easy when you’re in the background

But here’s a new sound.

Baby that I found

So check the linguistics cause I’m sweet like lip stick

And if the liquor’s there, I’m going to get licked quick

For real though, people just wanna fuck your mind

But I just have the beat, hit me two more times

Cause its one for the treble, two for the Honda Civic

If you don’t know who this is, I’ma tell you who it is

Its the Asian Caucasian from the

Make a lot of damn beats but I’m still flat broke

So big up to my niggas of the B.S.

crew

Hey, crystal’s in the house, yo, I thought you knew

Madchild

I’m dapper, smooth over the rough like a lapper

'86 skater later turned into a rapper

So, clap your hands to the beat vibe

But my shoes are old news and iv’e got holes in my socks

I rocks the mic swell in this group What the Hell

Well here’s a little story I’ve got to tell

About two bad b-boys with big hopes and dreams

Who drive across the country just to step on the scene

I signed the dotted-line but I guess i’m a bust

Because i’ve been livin' in my car for about 6 months

Without a, pot to piss in

Listen up to my story

They didn’t even think of saying sorry

But back on track, to the fact, a record contract is usually black

So if you got one, be prepared to get a lawyer

Or you’ll be up shit’s creek without a paddle

Oh yeah, its no joke my friends, so you must run

Cause mama’s don’t want you to get burned

But me, I live for Hip-Hop so I’ll keep rhyming and stuff

And just remember my name

Cause I’m a diamond in the rough

Madchild