Mad Crew

[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

[Chorus]

Yo, I got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

I'm chillin' with the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

I'm rollin' with the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

And I be hangin' with the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

Come on

[Interlude]

Is the Bronx in the house?

I said, is the Bronx in the house?

Fuck that shit

Is Uptown in the house?

[Verse 2]

Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star

I got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jar

So here's a quick freestyle to my target

My core audience, fuck the rest of the market

'Cause I spark it, styles, I loan shark it

Then break your legs if you try to chart it

I got heart, it

Doesn't take a lot to rock a record, get with it

Some MCs can't rock for five minutes

Sorry

That's not the way to approach me

Use caution

I rip up lyrical crews and MCs often

You probably don't know this

I give birth to MCs

And I also give abortions

I'll do a number to your body structure

You look like supper

And I'm that hungry motherfucker

You don't wanna be on the menu

I'll end you

Twist you up and bend you like Gestapo

Pick up the microphone and crush up MC like a taco

No, we're never sad because we nah deal with sorrow

That's why dem challenge me, jah man, you know dem challenge trouble

Me are number one, of me, there is no double

And you don't want no trouble

'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the double

[Chorus]

I got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

I'm chillin' with the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

I'm rollin' with the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

I'm hangin' with the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

And I be comin' with the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

[Interlude]

Word up

Yo, Brooklyn, where you at? Where you at?

Yo, Brooklyn, where you at, Brooklyn?

Where you at?

Yo, Bronx, make some noise

[Verse 3]

Check

Me comin' in quick, me comin' a dance, now me a sing

KRS-One in a party, man, me do me own ting

Nuff MC test, but you don't hear vowel one

All you hear is when the BDP crew slap them up

We have the champion belt and lyrical cup

Any DJ that want my title filled, no way the man step up

But when you lose, now understand you get fucked up

This ain't no game upon the mic, me bring the noise to you like Chuck

[Chorus]

I got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

I'm chillin' with the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

And I be comin' with the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

I'm rollin' with the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

Kid Capri got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

Gang Starr got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

Ill Will got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

Flavor Unit got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)

Check it out

[Outro]

Make some noise

Bronx is ruling

Fuck that shit

Bronx is in the motherfuckin' house

Big shout out to all the real hip-hoppers in the house

And all the phony DJs that tried to battle BDP this year

Understand

I got the (Mad, mad crew up in the house)