Mad Scientist
MC Ren Lyrics

Darkside is were I'm commin' from all alone
I come from a dark place and I'm on my own

strangeling niggaz is fakin' on the microphone
Other rappers are struggling and fake on the mic

'cause I've bin around and I'm a be around again
I've been in the game and I'll stay in it

who is it? The black nigga that they call Ren
They call me Ren, the black rapper

Won't be brackin' on a nine dubble M
I won't be rapping about guns

my still talk kids turn tricks and you sticks n' stones
My rhymes talk about the streets and the hustle

so say wuzz up to my niggaz on the sidewalk
Say hi to my homies on the street

but all my black the jack so I can night stock
I'm collecting money at night like a blackjack dealer

'cause carry a big stick for niggaz that never shot
I carry a big stick for those who talk but never shoot

beabe gall alwayz talkin' 'bout the trigga, just to get payed and make it all routin, if I crack pop they runnin' form tha scene'.
Other rappers talk about guns just for money and fame, if they hear gunshots they run away

There's to many recordz out that ain't sayin' nuthin'
There are too many records out there with no substance

and fake az radio stations ain't playin' nuthin'
Fake radio stations aren't playing anything real

shit gotta get back, it's time to MC, to many new niggaz ain't sure like L.B.
We need to bring real MCing back, too many new rappers aren't sure of themselves

I want to be L and only care from the crean.
I want to be a leader and only care about the best

Aposse like a bitch they get put it in the magazine
A weak crew will get exposed in the media

get away - french, you ain't right all
Get lost, you're not real at all

you ain't the source. Niggaz wanted to get with me, but your shit was horse.
You're not the real deal. People wanted to work with me but their music was trash

Ploakin' in my cliss the warz for competition.
I'm in my own world and I do it for competition

If a crit nigga hang around they get a listen
If a real rapper is around, they'll get heard

Try to peep in my note book, but lost a leg.
Don't try to steal my rhymes, you'll get hurt

Got paralised neck up from what you read, a mad scientist...
You'll be shocked if you read my rhymes, I'm a mad scientist

menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt
We always diss those who doubt us

Weak az niggaz keep I.N.S, but who can come and fade the mad scientist.
Weak rappers keep INS (Immigration and Naturalization Services) away, but who can match my skills?

I've bin away from the public, cause I am a enemy.
I've been away from the spotlight because I'm an enemy

with the black peane disappear like Houdini.
I disappear like Houdini

God of the univers I control your soul, shaking niggaz up from the bottom of the north pole.
I control your soul like God and my rhymes will shake you up from the North Pole

In my double S four fifty four with my size ten still towe showe to the floor.
I'm in a Double-S 454 with my size 10 shoes on the pedal

It's simple, don't want to make it complicated, 'cause ya simple minded niggaz might get frustrated
It's simple, I don't want to make it complicated because some rappers might not understand

with ya bang-bang boogie, 'cause Ren heard enough, 'cause niggaz don't come with the funky stuff,
I've heard enough of the same old gun talk, I want to hear something funky

that I used to hear in 83 and 84, when shit had to be hardcore, ciminal minded, you've bin blinded,
I miss the hardcore, criminal-minded rhymes from '83 and '84 that people seem to have forgotten

I'm lookin' for some shit like that but can't find it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door,
I can't find that kind of rap anymore, just like the classic song '6 in the Mornin', I have police at my door

niggaz don't make that kinda shit no more, sippin' az niggaz make way, 'cause Ren don't play that shit, I'm screamin' mayday,
No one makes that kind of rap anymore, I'm warning people to get out of my way because I don't play that weak stuff

Sneaky, sneaky is how I creap up on ya, I clear my throat and then I drop bombz on ya,
I creep up on you silently and then hit you hard with my rhymes

now be onest did ya think the villain releit
Do you think the villain really cares?

knew niggaz come out get out the work, that I put in, figure the pin and I write to the hands feels of the writes
Other rappers come out but they can't match the work I put in, I use my hands to write what I feel

shit down and dirty you were swear these apetaitis.
My rhymes are gritty and real

I be creating wut ya body longs for and fake az niggaz this is who the song's for,
I create what people want and my rhymes are for real rappers

but I won't make a frankers dine, I just write a rhyme, now I blow ya fuckin' mind.
I won't cheat people, I just write real rhymes that will blow your mind

You can't follow this I did'nt leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that means tray repesentin'
You can't follow my rhymes, you can't fool the 5 percent (the Nation of Gods and Earths)

I'm wokin' up light and livin' civilized, the messager elaise yo, they opened up my eyez.
I'm awake and living a civilized life, the messenger enlightened me

And the be boyz stand on my throne in black, niggaz scared as hell because the villain is back from the sinner of the earth
Other rappers are scared of me because the villain is back from the bottom of the earth

I'd makin' way like a goffer, nigga by my self, I'm takin' over, on a mad scientist...
I'm making my way to the top like a gopher, by myself, I'm taking over, as a mad scientist

menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt
We always diss those who doubt us