Paroles Mad crew KRS-One

Mad crew

Intro:

So in the clubs I get (mad)
On the mic I get (mad)
On the beats I get (mad)
Yo,

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I got the
(mad, mad crew up in the house)
Im wit the
I be chillin wit the
Im rollin wit the

Verse one:

See, this is what Im sayin and I know you dont see this
Wack, underpriveledged mcs think they can see kris
They watchin too much television and they rocka
This aint the tv show taxi, and I aint lotka
I break an mc off proper, yo dont check me
Ask your moms and pops, yo they respect me
But here you stand, tryin to get yours, but gettin nothin
You probably cant spell boogie down or productions
I play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe me
Put down the microphone and consider a squeegie
Youre rated pg
Again I win when I begin
Im slammin again, no win, try to comprehend
I dont bend
I ravage and damage
Im wild like a savage, kickin asses
Hot flashes, your styles with trashs
Stay out of my classes, punk
Stay out of my classes - yo

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Verse two:

Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star
I got all type of mc tongue in a pickle jar
So heres a quick freestyle to my target:
My core audience, *fuck* the rest of the market!
cause I spark it, styles I loanshark it
Then break your legs if you try to chart it
I got heart, it
Doesnt take a lot to rock a record, get wit it
Some mcs cant rock for five minutes
Sorry, thats not the way to approach me
Use caution
I rip up lyrical crews and mcs often
You probably dont know this:
I give birth to mcs
And I also give abortions
Ill do a number to your body structure
You look like supper
And Im that _hungry_ motherfucker!
You dont wanna be on the menu!
Ill end you, twist you up and bend you
Like gestapo
Pick up the microphone and crush up mc like a taco
No, were never sad because we nah deal with sorrow
Thats why dem challenge me, jah man you know dem challenge trouble
Me are number one of me there is no double!
And you dont want no trouble
cause blastmaster krs is flashin on the double

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Verse three:

Check
Me comin on quick, me cominadance, now me a sing
Krs-one in a party, man me do me own ting
Nuff mc test, but you dont hear vowel one
All you hear is when the bdp crew slap them up
We have the champion belt and lyrical cup
Any dj they want my title filled, no way now man step up
But when you lose, now understand you get fucked up
This aint no game upon the mic
Me bring the noise to you like chuck

Chorus:

Kid capri got the
Gang starr got the
Ill will got the
Flavor unit got the