[Mad Child]
I make heads nod like a hot-rod with hydraulics
A beer drinkin ??? gettin plastered like alcoholics
I smash kids that fraulic or tip-toe through the tulips
Smack a ??? then whip his ass like an orange ???
With aggression I sanction on the mic
Til the pressure from the people frantic ??? young gun professor
Yes sir i'm fresher, i don't need to be a boaster,
But i'm the guy that's fly like the great space coaster
One tough cookie, still a rookie with the kids,
To have all the girls feelin all the pockets in my pants?
No, but I hope I can do the hokey-pokey
Turn myself around, kid, 'cause I'm still fuckin broke
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[Mad Child]
Girls jock the way I rock this obnoxious concoction,
I'm swift with the gift to talk quick like i'm at an auction
The angry kid about to flip, my lid and rock the cradle,
Try to battle, it's suicidal, my style is fatal, so
Strap on the wrist-straps I never kiss the piss-flaps
When I rap i tap the bottle then i twist caps
??? but I be the better MC, 'cause my initials are official
Artificial styles get me riled up and that's rough, pup
Your stuff sucks and I get wild and it's tough love
The space case facing no distortion,
I'm takin out kids on the mic like an abortion
They're forcin these punk suckers stage ???,
But still, I'd like a real record deal
[Q-bert]
Its the motha with the fuck and the mad master fantastic,
Makin shit fit, 'cause you knows we have to
They call me Drescot, 'cause I got nothin to lose,
Confusin the 1s and the 2s
Fools see me comin in the year of '94,
So let me grab another Heiny from the stow
??? of the dragon if you're laggin on the two-step,
You slept on the J to the D E L
Guess it's kinda easy when you're in the background,
But here's a new sound Baby that I've found
So check the linguistics 'cause I'm sweet like this,
And if the liquor's there, I'm going to get licked quick
Bermudo, people just wanna fuck your mind,
But i just have the beat, hit me two more times
'cause it's one for the Treble, two more for the Honda Civic,
If you don't know who this is, I'ma tell you who it is
Its the ??? Asian from the idle-most
Make a lot of damn beats but I'm still flat broke,
So pick-up to my niggas of the BS crew,
Hey, crystal's in the house I thought you knew
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[Mad Child]
I'm damper, smooth over the rough like a lapper,
'86 skater later turned into a rapper So,
Clap your hands to the beat vibe,
But my shoes are old news and i've got holes in my socks
I rock the mic swell in this group What the Hell,
Well here's a little story I've got to tell!
About two bad b-boys with big hopes and dreams,
Who drive across the country just to step on the scene
I signed the dotted-line but I guess i'm a bust,
Because i've been livin in my car for about 6 months
Without a pop the ??? listen up to my story,
He didn't even think of saying sorry
But back on track, to the fact, a record contract is usually black
So if you got one, be prepared to get a lawyer,
'cause you'll be up shit without a paddle
Oh yeah, it's no joke, my friends and be my son,
Mama's tastin cake, I don't want you to get burned
But me, I live on Hip-Hop so I've be climbin that stuff,
Just remember my name 'cause I'm a diamond in the rough