I Call Him Mad — текст песни (Paris)

[Paris]
Rougher than a rusty razor, he`ll amaze ya
Mixin dope tricks that stick like Frasier
Cue the wheels of spin then begins to blend
Scarface in the house again
Bambi DJ`sll pray when he plays
Won`t hit or skip I might phase
Suckers still suck and duckin uppercuts
Strike three MC`s are blazed
Born to beat back the blows of feedback
A sissy strivin still sounds so wack
Can`t compare or come close to purity
Mad`s the man, MC`s agree
The bully bruisin misusin turnstyles
Keeps the mix on beat for me while
I spit and cold bust the keynote
Mad`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 mutilate
Crush and devestate, move and educate
weak wack watered-down welfare DJ`s..
.. tryin to get what he plays
Call me Paris, sex check the Rolex
We came to stomp and chomp bones of broke necks
So smooth with the movement rhythm tracks
I`m not worried that you`ll be back, just..
listen.. let him play..

{*Mad Mike scratches*}

Mad!.. shit.. yeah.. Mad..
Smooth..