Krs-one - Mad Crew Lyrics
Intro:So in the clubs I get (mad)On the mic I get (mad)On the beats I get (mad)Yo,Chorus:I got the(mad, mad crew up in the house)Im wit theI be chillin wit theIm rollin wit theVerse one:See, this is what Im sayin and I know you dont see thisWack, underpriveledged mcs think they can see krisThey watchin too much television and they rockaThis aint the tv show taxi, and I aint lotkaI break an mc off proper, yo dont check meAsk your moms and pops, yo they respect meBut here you stand, tryin to get yours, but gettin nothinYou probably cant spell boogie down or productionsI play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe mePut down the microphone and consider a squeegieYoure rated pgAgain I win when I beginIm slammin again, no win, try to comprehendI dont bendI ravage and damageIm wild like a savage, kickin assesHot flashes, your styles with trashsStay out of my classes, punkStay out of my classes - yoChorus:Verse two:Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap starI got all type of mc tongue in a pickle jarSo heres a quick freestyle to my target:My core audience, ******* the rest of the market!cause I spark it, styles I loanshark itThen break your legs if you try to chart itI got heart, itDoesnt take a lot to rock a record, get wit itSome mcs cant rock for five minutesSorry, thats not the way to approach meUse cautionI rip up lyrical crews and mcs oftenYou probably dont know this:I give birth to mcsAnd I also give abortionsIll do a number to your body structureYou look like supperAnd Im that _hungry_ mother*****er!You dont wanna be on the menu!Ill end you, twist you up and bend youLike gestapoPick up the microphone and crush up mc like a tacoNo, were never sad because we nah deal with sorrowThats why dem challenge me, jah man you know dem challenge troubleMe are number one of me there is no double!And you dont want no troublecause blastmaster krs is flashin lyrics on the doubleChorusVerse three:CheckMe comin on quick, me cominadance, now me a singKrs-one in a party, man me do me own tingNuff mc test, but you dont hear vowel oneAll you hear is when the bdp crew slap them upWe have the champion belt and lyrical cupAny dj they want my title filled, no way now man step upBut when you lose, now understand you get *****ed upThis aint no game upon the micMe bring the noise to you like chuckChorus:Kid capri got theGang starr got theIll will got theFlavor unit got the
