Mad Crew KRS-One

[Intro]
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha
Of course, all the hardcore heads, this one goes out to you
Crank up the volume one time
Peace to all the real DJs out there
'Cause I don't send my music to no garbage DJs
They get me (Mad)
So in the clubs, I get (Mad)
On the mic, I get (Mad)
On the beats, I get (Mad)

[Chorus]
Yo, I got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)
I'm with the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)
I be chillin' with the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)
I'm rollin' with the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)
Come on

[Verse 1]
See, this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this
Whack, underprivileged MCs think they can see Kris
They watchin' too much television and they rocka
This ain't the TV show "Taxi," and I ain't Latka
I'll break an MC off proper, yo, don't check me
Ask your moms and pops, yo, they respect me
But here you stand, tryin' to get yours, but gettin' nothin'
You probably can't spell "Boogie Down" or "Production"
I play for Jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe me
Put down the microphone and consider a squeegee
You're rated PG
Again, I win when I begin
I'm slammin' again, no end
Tryin' to comprehend, I don't bend
I ravage and damage
I'm wild like a savage
I'm kickin' asses
Hot flashes
Your style is with trashes
Stay out of my classes, punk
Stay out of my classes