I Call Him Mad lyrics

[Paris]

Rougher than a rusty razor, he`ll amaze ya

Mixin dope tricks that stick like Frasier

Cue the wheels of spin then begins to blend

Scarface in the house again

Bambi DJ`sll pray when he plays

Won`t hit or skip I might phase

Suckers still suck and duckin uppercuts

Strike three MC`s are blazed

Born to beat back the blows of feedback

A sissy strivin still sounds so wack

Can`t compare or come close to purity

Mad`s the man, MC`s agree

The bully bruisin misusin turnstyles

Keeps the mix on beat for me while

I spit and cold bust the keynote

Mad`s on a roll with the sickest show now



{*Mad Mike scratches*



Yeah.. smooth..

{*"Ya don`t stop!" - "C`mon"*



{*"Black is back" .. "keep on singin"

"Fight the power!" .. "keep on singin"

"Do the right thing" .. "keep on singin"

"Word to the mother!" .. "keep on singin"*



{*"Rock.." - scratched repeatedly*



{*"Girl I`ll house you.." - repeat 4X

"You in my hut now"*



{*Mad Mike scratches*



{*"DJ".. "Mad!".. "Huh, what?".. "Tear shit up"

"DJ".. "Mad!".. "Say what?".. "Cuttin like a blade"

"DJ".. "Mad!".. "So.. so.. so sick"

"DJ".. "Mad!".. "Sicker than AIDS"*



{*"Break it on down.." - repeat 3X*



{*"Hit me!" - scratched repeatedly*



[Paris]

By now you know Mad`s made to mutilate

Crush and devestate, move and educate

weak wack watered-down welfare DJ`s..

.. tryin to get what he plays

Call me Paris, sex check the Rolex

We came to stomp and chomp bones of broke necks

So smooth with the movement rhythm tracks

I`m not worried that you`ll be back, just..

listen.. let him play..



{*Mad Mike scratches*



Mad!.. shit.. yeah.. Mad..

Smooth..