[Part 1, with a different beat and lyrics]
[Verse]
I used to walk around Main with pain on my motherfuckin' brain
I'm the black man you can't contain
Large Professor, the one who puts the funk back in it
A lot of infiltrators tryin' to be, and I been it
Plottin' and schemin' the things that I used to do
Even booster, too, out on Long Island buckwildin'
Didn't give a flyin', used to see Ryan 'cause he had the Doctor...
Rhythm machine, and I would rock the
Microphone, never was shook
As you get hooked, whooped and whooped and fuckin' took
To the ultimate, it's The LP with the ultra shit
Heavy D, nothin' but love for ya, B
Mad Scientist, The Mad Scientist
The Mad Scientist, Mad Scientist
[Part 2, with the normal beat and lyrics]
[Verse 1]
I'm called The Mad Scientist Extra P
About to set up shop and drop this next degree
On the masses, yeah, it's the live guy with glasses
From Flushing, known for programmin' the percussion
Basslines et cetera, check me out and I'll bet ya
The one that claims he's the best can't catch a
Beat like I catch it 'cause it's downright wretched
Put it through the S-950 then stretch it
To create the great type of shit to fit
My reputation's full-fledged, yo, zip the lip
About to set it on society, watch me while I do it
My man, I've been through it and don't know many who would
Be able to survive half the things that I've
Gone through, the born truth, and livin', though I'm driven
By everythin' real and I know how to deal
You think I'm lyin'? It's The Mad Scientist
[Verse]
I used to walk around Main with pain on my motherfuckin' brain
I'm the black man you can't contain
Large Professor, the one who puts the funk back in it
A lot of infiltrators tryin' to be, and I been it
Plottin' and schemin' the things that I used to do
Even booster, too, out on Long Island buckwildin'
Didn't give a flyin', used to see Ryan 'cause he had the Doctor...
Rhythm machine, and I would rock the
Microphone, never was shook
As you get hooked, whooped and whooped and fuckin' took
To the ultimate, it's The LP with the ultra shit
Heavy D, nothin' but love for ya, B
Mad Scientist, The Mad Scientist
The Mad Scientist, Mad Scientist
[Part 2, with the normal beat and lyrics]
[Verse 1]
I'm called The Mad Scientist Extra P
About to set up shop and drop this next degree
On the masses, yeah, it's the live guy with glasses
From Flushing, known for programmin' the percussion
Basslines et cetera, check me out and I'll bet ya
The one that claims he's the best can't catch a
Beat like I catch it 'cause it's downright wretched
Put it through the S-950 then stretch it
To create the great type of shit to fit
My reputation's full-fledged, yo, zip the lip
About to set it on society, watch me while I do it
My man, I've been through it and don't know many who would
Be able to survive half the things that I've
Gone through, the born truth, and livin', though I'm driven
By everythin' real and I know how to deal
You think I'm lyin'? It's The Mad Scientist
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.