Paris - I Call Him Mad lyrics

(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 s**ers still s** 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 sh** 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, s** 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!.. sh**.. yeah.. Mad.. Smooth..