Songtext von I Call Him Mad

Rougher than a rusty razor, he'll amaze ya Mix and dope tricks'll stick like Frasier Cue the wheels'll spin then begins the blend Scarface in the house again Bambi DJ's'll pray what he plays Won't hit or skip or might phase Suckers still suck, they 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 sicker show now 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 X, check ya Rolex We came and stomped and chomped bones and broke necks So smooth with the movement rhythm tracks I'm not worried that you'll be back, just.. listen.. let him play..