Mad Scientist - MC Ren

Darkside is where I’m comin' from all alone

Stranglin' niggas that’s fakin' on the microphone

Cause I been around and I’mma be around again

Who is it?

The black nigga that they call Ren

Won’t be braggin' on the nine double M

My steel toe kicks, turn tricks, I use sticks and stones

And say what’s up, to my niggas on the sidewalk

Put on my black to jack, so I can night-stalk

Cause to carry a big stick

For niggas that never shot a B.B. gun

Always talkin' about the trigger

Just to get paid, they make it all routine

Hear a firecracker pop, they runnin from the scene

There’s too many records out, that ain’t sayin' nothin'

And fake-ass radio stations ain’t playin' nothin'

The shit gotta get back, it’s time to MC

Too many new niggas ain’t sure like Al B

Or wanna be L and only care from the cream

And pose like a bitch, to get put in the magazine «what's up?»

You ain’t Fresh, you ain’t Ride On, you ain’t The Source

Nigga wanted to get with me, but shit was hoarse

Lookin' at my crystal ball for competition

Hypocrite niggas hang around to get a listen

Tried to peep it in my note book, but lost a leg

Got paralyzed neck up from what you read

A mad scientist

Ren is in control, here we go again scarin' people to death

A fuckin' Mad Scientist

Ren is in control, here we go again scarin' people to death

Weak-ass niggas keep eyein' this

But who can come and fade the mad scientist?

I been away from the public, cause I’m an enemy

With the black Beanie, disappear like Houdini

God of the universe, I control your soul

Shakin' niggas up from the bottom of the North Pole

And my double S, four fifty four

With my size ten, steel toe, shuffle through the floor

It’s simple, don’t wanna make it complicated

Cause you simple minded niggas might get frustrated

With your bang-bang boogie, cause Ren heard enough

Cause niggas nowadays don’t come with the funky stuff

That I used to hear in '83 and '84

When shit had to be hardcore

Criminal Minded, you’ve been blinded

I’m lookin' for some shit like that, but can’t find it

6'N The Mornin, police at my door

Niggas don’t make that kind of shit no more

Simpin'-ass niggas make wave, cause Ren don’t play that shit

I’m screamin' mayday, a fuckin' mad scientist

Sneaky sneaky, is how I creep up on you

I clear my throat and then I drop bombs on you

Now be honest, did you think the Villain will let

New niggas come out and tear out the work

That I put in, I’ll pick up the pen then I write

Til the hand feels arthritis

Shit down and dirty, you would swear it’s hepatitis

I be creatin' what your body longs for

And fake-ass niggas, this is who the song’s for

A mad scientist, but I won’t make a Frankenstein

I just write a rhyme that’ll blow your fuckin' mind

You can’t follow this, I didn’t leave a scent

You can’t fool the 5 percent, that me and Train repesent

I’m walkin' up right, and livin' civilized

The Messenger Elijah, yo, done opened up my eyes

Then the B-boys stance, on my throne in black

Niggas scared as hell because the Villain is back

From the center of the earth, I’m makin' way like the gopher

Nigga, by myself I’m takin' over

Ugh, a mad scientist

Yeah, yeah, I wanna say what’s up to tribe of Shabazz

Yo, 1994, '95, a mad scientist