Paris - I Call Him Mad Lyrics
[Paris]Rougher than a rusty razor, he'll amaze yaMixin dope tricks that stick like FrasierCue the wheels of spin then begins to blendScarface in the house againBambi DJ'sll pray when he playsWon't hit or skip I might phaseSuckers still suck and duckin uppercutsStrike three MC's are blazedBorn to beat back the blows of feedbackA sissy strivin still sounds so wackCan't compare or come close to purityMad's the man, MC's agreeThe bully bruisin misusin turnstylesKeeps the mix on beat for me whileI spit and cold bust the keynoteMad's on a roll with the sickest show now{*Mad Mike scratches*Yeah.. smooth..{*"Ya don't stop!" - "C'mon"*{*"Black is back" .. "keep on singin""Fight the power!" .. "keep on singin""Do the right thing" .. "keep on singin""Word to the mother!" .. "keep on singin"*{*"Rock.." - scratched repeatedly*{*"Girl I'll house you.." - repeat 4X"You in my hut now"*{*Mad Mike scratches*{*"DJ".. "Mad!".. "Huh, what?".. "Tear shit up""DJ".. "Mad!".. "Say what?".. "Cuttin like a blade""DJ".. "Mad!".. "So.. so.. so sick""DJ".. "Mad!".. "Sicker than AIDS"*{*"Break it on down.." - repeat 3X*{*"Hit me!" - scratched repeatedly*[Paris]By now you know Mad's made to mutilateCrush and devestate, move and educateweak wack watered-down welfare DJ's.... tryin to get what he playsCall me Paris, sex check the RolexWe came to stomp and chomp bones of broke necksSo smooth with the movement rhythm tracksI'm not worried that you'll be back, just..listen.. let him play..{*Mad Mike scratches*Mad!.. shit.. yeah.. Mad..Smooth..
