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MC Ren lyrics - Da Villain in Black

Mad Scientist

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[verse 1] Darkside is were I'm commin' from all alone, strangeling niggaz is fakin' on the microphone, cuz I've bin around and I'm a be around again, who is it? The black nigga that they call Ren, Won't be brackin' on a nine dubble M, my still talk kids turn tricks and you sticks n' stones, so say wuzz up to my niggaz on the sidewalk, but all my black the jack so I can night stock, cuz carry a big stick for niggaz that never shot 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'. There's to many recordz out that ain't sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio stations ain't playin' nuthin', shit gotta get back, it's time to MC, to many new niggaz ain't sure like L.B. I wanna be L and only care from the crean. Aposse like a bitch they get put it in the magazine, get away - french, you ain't right all, you ain't the source. Niggaz wanted to get with me, but your shit was horse. Ploakin' in my cliss the warz for competition. If a crit nigga hang around they get a listen. Try to peep in my note book, but lost a leg. Got paralised neck up from what you read, a mad scientist... [chorus] menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt a fuckin' mad scientist... menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt Weak az niggaz keep I.N.S, but who can come and fade the mad scientist. I've bin away from the public, cause I am a enemy. with the black peane disappear like Houdini. God of the univers I control your soul, shaking niggaz up from the bottom of the north pole. In my double S four fifty four with my size ten still towe showe to the floor. It's simple, don't wanna make it complicated, cuz ya simple minded niggaz might get frustrated, with ya bang- bang boogie, cuz Ren heard enough, cuz niggaz don't come with the funky stuff, that I used to hear in 83 and 84, when shit had to be hardcore, ciminal minded, you've bin blinded, I'm lookin' for some shit like that but can't find it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door, niggaz don't make that kinda shit no more, sippin' az niggaz make way, cuz Ren don't play that shit, I'm screamin' mayday, a fuckin' mad scientist... [chorus] Sneaky, sneaky is how I creap up on ya, I clear my throat and then I drop bombz on ya, now be onest did ya think the villain releit 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 shit down and dirty you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating wut ya body longs for and fake az niggaz this is who the song's for, a mad scientist, but I won't make a frankers dine, I just write a rhyme, now I blow ya fuckin' mind. You can't follow this I did'nt leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that means tray repesentin' I'm wokin' up light and livin' civilized, the messager elaise yo, they opened up my eyez. And the B boyz stand on my throne in black niggaz scared as hell because the villain is back from the sinner of the earth I'd makin' way like a goffer, nigga by my self, I'm takin' over, on a mad scientist... [chorus]

SpottieOttieDopalicious

OUTKAST "Aquemini"
(feat. Patrick Brown) [Hook] Damn damn damn James [Pat Brown] Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean leanin' checking out the scene Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit Nigga where you wanna go You know the club don't close 'til four let's party 'til we can't no more Watch out here come the folks [Dre] As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-tech nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot where young men & young women go to experience they first li'l taste of the nightlife Me Well I've never been there, well perhaps once But I was so engulfed in the Old 'E' I never made it to the door you speak of hard core while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems and the troubles of the day While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear competing with 'Set it Off,' in the right But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it 'Hey hey look baby they playin' our song' And the crowd goes wild as if Holyfield has just won the fight But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M. and three niggas just don' got hauled off in the ambulance [sliced up] two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham] and one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout 'Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court' It's just my interpretation of the situation [Hook] [Big Boi] When I first met my SpottieOttieDopalicious Angel I can remember that damn thing like yesterday The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential My heart was beating so damn fast never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world Funny how shit come together sometimes [ya dig] One moment you frequent the booty clubs & the next four years you & somebody's daughter raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang that's if you're on top of your game and man enough to handle real life situations [that is] Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money might not always be sufficient but the United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss So now you back in the trap just that, trapped Go on and marinate on that for a minute

Intro

BUSTA RHYMES "When Disaster Strikes"
(feat. Lord Have Mercy) [Lord have Mercy] As we approach the current time frame of 1997.With approximately two and a half years before the year two thousand. Repeatedly it has been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. That major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. It has also been reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of many, many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode squad. It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike, but this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius. Warning. Prepare yourselves. Store your food, stamp your paper, because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked for everyone and everything, everywhere!!!! [Dolomite] Well, Busta Rhymes. Come over here and let me talk to you son. See know. Dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to be it. Well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga, cause you know this is album number two. Yes more bitches than before. There'll be more bitches, more and more and more. More thirsty niggas. Time to get inside your shit. Time to throw your whole chemistry off. Oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. Yes a lot more money than before. So son don't you worry about none of that shit. All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these bitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right here. Ok son, all right Busta enough of this shit talkin. Lets be on our way. Cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of motherfuckers pourin in. All right baby, lets go. [Spliff Star] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Ladies and Gentlemen. Straight from the motherfuckin street corner. Goin out to all you motherfuckers across the globe. On the return trip. It be the niggas. The niggas that live by the code of blood honor. My Flipmode niggas, ha. Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme. Her to hit you motherfuckers with a strike of disaster. I bring on to you once again. The eight wonder of the world. My nigga Busta Rhymes. And I be that nigga, that live nigga Spliff I Spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. Flipmode is da Squad comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. [Busta Rhymes] A yo cut my shit off, get it off. A heh a heh, a heh heh. Here we go again motherfuckers. A heh, lets start this shit.

Due Me A Favour

KARDINAL OFFISHALL "Not 4 Sale"
[intro:] Woah oh [x5] [verse 1:] Yo it's like speeding down the highway with a blind fold on no hands on the wheel hopin' God will lead me my way and I know he real so my grandma say what I feel a sweat from the sun cause I work construction I gotta take care of my son I got one in the oven on the way rents late, two months cause my land lord talks too much hands full of calises and I still got the magic touch to make wifee blush I been workin' it out since a high school crush foots on the clutch minds on my money but my money ain't there but I will not resort to welfare I care can't stop won't stop couldn't even do it if I tried if I said I did I'd lie let's ride [x2] ride... [chorus:] I need a favour tonight more than heaven knows I need a favour tonight... [x2] could God do me a favour? I could really use a favour can I get it tonight? [repeat once more] [verse 2:] No Christmas here I'm taking time and a half gotta make that cash even if a nigga gotta drive that cab I'm gonna treat it like a limo didn't know? y'better ask somebody told me closed mouths don't eat closed eyes may never ever see so I try with everything I've got to not sleep but it's hard to run if at first you don't creep after work take the long way home see a lotta whips dipped out in chrome thinkin about a house but I can't get along so I day dream on my way back to my zone thinkin about my son look when he full grown will he be raised right or another street clone? everything I know God knows gotta shown lettim know he is not alone he on [x2] on... [chorus: Estelle] I need a favour tonight more than heaven knows I need a favour tonight... [x2] could God do me a favour? really use a favour can I get it tonight? [repeat once more] [verse 3:] It's like I'm, drownin' in a world of failure but I can't stop 'til my suits are tailored well I really can't trust my neighbours some only trust in they Lord and saviour I gotta believe in the fact that he must want better for us like young C gotta do it for us my car broke down fuck the bus fuck the mayor fuck the city laws are unjust it's like why do I try when I feel I'm gonna die without a tear left in my eye? I work the hardest see the least it's like cultivating the harvest not seeing the feast I don't wanna get philosophical go-to deep I have faith but I'm afraid to take the leap most of what I know I know holds me back instead of learning I want that lac come on [x4] [chorus: Kard/Estelle extended chorus] I need a favour tonight more than heaven knows I need a favour tonight... [x2] could God do me a favour? I could really use a favour can I get it tonight? [repeat once more] [dialogue outro:] yo cuz why you takin' me to the water B? I mean shit is peaceful I mean this real romantic you know I'm not into that shit? right? [outro spit:] some of my friends are terrorists some of my friends deal crack and I am not OK with this some niggas I know only back me because I rake dough like a gardner fuck it I work harder I don't like most hip hop out there's a secret society of niggas who wanna shout "turn that bullshit off!" I should shut my mouth? next thing you know I ain't welcome down south of the border I don't believe in turfs or a section I believe in community where anybody can walk good without protection I believe that Dilla was the numba one dude in rap but there on the slaps of haikus I spite you for not givin' it up fuck what that nigga say, nigga give it up why black people act like little kids? make mad excuses when they know what it is be like them white folks invest that shit instead niggas clownin' on the red carpet showing my neice that a million on the neck is the hot shit is bloodclot disrespect and growin' up poor don't make you ignant act your age don't act your pigment race to the top don't let your race stop you from revolution open your mouth and bust shots read books young nigga say "hello," screw faces an' fuck me we know you spines jello spit what you been through spit what you know and don't waste my time fuck your demo yeeaah...

3 Time Felons

WESTSIDE CONNECTION "Bow Down"
Intro, Ice Cube: What would you do If I punked your whole crew Would you run like a bitch from me Niggaz don't test Cause we come from the west Yes the W-S to the C Westside! Westside niggaz Fuck everybody that used to be down That ain't down no mo Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side Y'all don't know how we puts it down Trick ass motherfuckers Verse 1, Ice Cube: Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor Catch a tumor you say I'm dickin my consumer Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance Tonight I'm buzzin thought I wasn't Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes A nigga likes your motherfuckin Nikes I shift gears when I see tears Fuck a record, fuck a movie I rack my uzi On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry I did a lick well I'm in a thick cell Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails And when I hear Westside Connection I get the fuckin erection Chorus, W.C.: So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge: Rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Westside rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Verse 2, Mack 10: I gots to handle mines So I grinds Real O.G. parolle Throw the woop on the quarter key Ain't been out but a minute Nigga, in it, to win it Cause a five year joke leave yo stack dented Got my pockets back swollen Motorola holdin A nigga got the whole hood rollin BG's get you what you want when you need it I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot Niggaz callin Mack's spot Jackpot, the crack spot Got the double up bomb can't wait So wont you bounce rock skate To where the cluckers hibernate Where we livin like stars switchin cars like they leases Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English So, nigga, what you wanna bet on a set full of vet lick hitters And, ain't a crew that can get with us It's west coast, the most, I be yellin Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon Chorus, Ice Cube: Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fool, fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Verse 3, W.C.: Let it rain, let it drip Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz Cause ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin heaters Causing tragedy Tearing off your whole chest cavity Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers Lenny wanna kill me cause I got 'em all scared of this Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist Stickering my tapes hoping that they can silence me Cause I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society But ain't no stopping this westside click So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick Cause I'm punking mo niggaz than Deebo Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo Chorus, Mack 10: Nigga, fuck what you sayin, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fuck what your sayin, and fuck who your tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Outro, W.C, Ice Cube: West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Westside, rollin till the wheels fall off Yeah, time is runnin out niggaros and nigga hoes All W's must be true Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang WSCG Bonafied and worldwide When you see Ice Cube throw up the W! When you see Mack 10 throw up the W! When you see W.C. throw up the W! When you see Crazy Tunes throw up the W! When you see K-Dee throw up the W! When you see The Comrades throw up the W! All Frum Tha I throw up the W! Westside till I die, what you thinkin of And y'all bitches can throw it up to

Weak Azz Bitch

THREE 6 MAFIA "When The Smoke Clears... Sixty 6 Sixty 1"
[Chorus x4] When I say weak ass, you say bitch Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH [Juicy 'J'] How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill Haters talkin' lots of shit But they scared of the steel If you want me come and get me Cause I'm real with this here I ain't scared of none of you hoes I ain't never shead a tear In yo hood bumpin' ridin' with a twelve case of beer Ain't no nigga make no moves Get you scared, shook your fear Y2K hit the clock So you know the ending's near One call to them killas and you just might disappear [DJ Paul] Now nigga all in my face hollin' real but real soft Bitch I'm holdin' up this glock Bout to knock your block off You a weak ass bitch And your CD cover show With your fake ass face I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy hoe Yeah know this a triple six city All that MTV and BET got you feelin' shitty Just to think, you used to be my dog Used to be my nigga, now you fake But I stomp on you trick in the grass You little snake bitch [Chorus x4] [Lord Infamous] Uh, In the mood a fucking crowd Make the speakers pound If you niggas wild Knock these bitches out Rumblin' the ground Tramplin' niggas down From the dirty south Where the niggas like it loud Wish ya hypnotized Instagater Fire in my eyes sosate lucky Frank White Ready for the gunfight If you wanna get high Ain't no sympathize Make you sleep till it's judgment night [La Chat] Talk is cheap I hear you talking but you ain't bout your bizz La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch My motherfuckin' plastic gat we gonna rumblin' shit Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha so don't fuck with this shit I know you feelin' when I'm speakin' and I'm speakin' to you Well hoe it's true, who got the proof bitch What you gon' do I keep my mug cuz I'm a thug I left the twink on my grill You got some manner Need to show it Shit you claim that your real [Chorus x4]

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