[Verse]
Yo homie, lemme get a pass at the mic
You know me, I'm the hype rap fans asking for, right?
Since I mastered the pipes I been a dastardly sight
Flagon of Jack in the left, have the pen wrapped in the right
Cash in the night, paranoid, ain't fucking with credit
Been waiting, patiently pacing, when cake coming let's get it
Burn the grass then I leave snakes snug in the cement
Riddick with the MPK plugged in, a menace
The minute I'm in this little gimmicks finna be finished
Stop with the flossing your dentist and oral hygienist sent us
My business my business, so stay the fuck outta out of mine
Got no time for punks crying, lacking nuts and a spine
Earth to Neptune, MADic verse give chest wounds
Rappers swear that MADic birthed in test tubes
From the Ap but current map where pests loom
I'm with the shit, murder tracks in restrooms
Bring your best dude, you know I bring mine
Intellect behind bars, Bill Nye bing time
You push Vemma slime, son, I sling rhymes
King sized bling, but you ain't scribbling king lines
Fuck if I be fly, nerd since knee high
I need mine, so gimme me the S between the D9
Feline emcees sell cuts by seasides
You can take the L, P.U., request denied
It's hee haw, laughing at you chums
They say he raw, grappling with puns
Black and mix in Dutch, you have a halfrican, a mutt
You have a rapping kid who stunting on your wack and shitty cuts
So what's up, I been doing me, chewing beats and producing heat
That moving through your noodle to your shoes and feet
Woe is you and woo is me (woo)
I'll have you packing, you rap but lacking MADic's magical fluency
Badder, badgering loosie leaf
Rolling Raws, so it's on when through the smog fingers hitting the midi keys
I visited Little Italy, but didn't do did diddily
But whistle bit of diddle of Pun to live in his memory
Word to great ones, swerving the fake bums
Me and verbs converge, encourage murderous takes
Disturbing the Earth surface, we merge words and go ape dumb
Verbal turret deterrence, I purge churlish and scrape scum
Son, this wordplay fun, but it ain't done
I'm just stretching my baked lungs and eight tongues
Yeah, I'm just getting warmed up
Lifestyles coming soon, you been warned, bruh
Better get your horn, bruh, it's a war cry
Born in the storm's eye, sworn to perform live
You hate it? Fuck it, I'm fortified if scorn fly
Slap you out of your snore time, it's story time
It's MADic
[Outro]
Get ready, steady, I'm deadly with a quarter a pen, shit eating horrible grin
A Jim poured to brim, yeah, this a warning, my friend
MAD to the I C finna storm in again
MAD to the I C been recording again
I'm with a quarter a pen, shit eating horrible grin
A gin poured to the brim, yeah, this a warning, my friend
Ugh, yeah this a warning my friend
I been recording again, so this a warning, my friend
credits
released October 15, 2015
Written/produced by MADic
Recorded by Chris Gibney
Mixed by MADic & Brian Newell
Mastered by Brian Newell
Artwork by Jane Gardner (janegardnerdesign.com)
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