Mad Scientist

Lyrics

[Part 1, with a different beat and lyrics] [Verse] I used to walk around Main with pain on my motherfuckin' brain I'm the black man you can't contain Large Professor, the one who puts the funk back in it A lot of infiltrators tryin' to be, and I been it Plottin' and schemin' the things that I used to do Even booster, too, out on Long Island buckwildin' Didn't give a flyin', used to see Ryan 'cause he had the Doctor... Rhythm machine, and I would rock the Microphone, never was shook As you get hooked, whooped and whooped and fuckin' took To the ultimate, it's The LP with the ultra shit Heavy D, nothin' but love for ya, B Mad Scientist, The Mad Scientist The Mad Scientist, Mad Scientist [Part 2, with the normal beat and lyrics] [Verse 1] I'm called The Mad Scientist Extra P About to set up shop and drop this next degree On the masses, yeah, it's the live guy with glasses From Flushing, known for programmin' the percussion Basslines et cetera, check me out and I'll bet ya The one that claims he's the best can't catch a Beat like I catch it 'cause it's downright wretched Put it through the S-950 then stretch it To create the great type of shit to fit My reputation's full-fledged, yo, zip the lip About to set it on society, watch me while I do it My man, I've been through it and don't know many who would Be able to survive half the things that I've Gone through, the born truth, and livin', though I'm driven By everythin' real and I know how to deal You think I'm lyin'? It's The Mad Scientist [Hook x3] The Mad Scientist [Verse 2] Never had a basement, never had an attic Only an apartment where I forever had static For me doin' a beat, it got threw in the street Even put in a cell, livin' in hip-hop hell So far in my career, but I'm still here To organize for your eyes and drop science on your ear A strong black rebel, who loves the track level Kinda loud, so turn it up so I can find a crowd to rock And I'll concoct somethin' ill, for real Come into my laboratory where you can't stand still And the funk keeps bangin' All my peeps hangin' on the block, this one's for you It's time to rock on a higher plateau And I'll supply a fat show wherever I go Yo, you can't front on, flake, or even try and diss Your man Large Profess', The Mad Scientist [Hook x3] The Mad Scientist [Verse 1 repeated] I'm called The Mad Scientist Extra P About to set up shop and drop this next degree On the masses, yeah, it's the live guy with glasses From Flushing, known for programmin' the percussion Basslines et cetera, check me out and I'll bet ya The one that claims that he's the best can't catch a Beat like I catch it 'cause it's downright wretched Put it through the S-950 then stretch it To create the great type of shit to fit My reputation's full-fledged, yo, zip the lip About to set it on society, watch me while I do it My man, I've been through it and don't know many who would Be able to survive half the things that I've Gone through, the born truth, and livin', though I'm driven By everythin' real and I know how to deal You think I'm lyin'? It's The Mad Scientist [Outro] I'll never die in this, The Mad Scientist You can't try and diss The Mad Scientist Or ever fry and crisp The Mad Scientist Yeah, yeah