[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]
