Mad Crew Lyrics - Return Of The Boom Bap - Krs One

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) 

I'm wit the 

I be chillin' wit the 

I'm rollin' wit the 

See, this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this 

Wack, underpriveledged MCs think they can see Kris 

They watchin' too much television and they rocka 

This ain't the TV show "Taxi," and I ain't Lotka 

I break an MC off proper, yo don't check me 

Ask your Moms and Pops, yo they respect me 

But here you stand, tryin' to get yours, but gettin' nothin' 

You probably can't 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 

You're rated PG 

Again I win when I begin 

I'm slammin' again, no win, try to comprehend 

I don't bend 

I ravage and damage 

I'm wild like a savage, kickin' asses 

Hot flashes, your style's with trash's 

Stay out of my classes, PUNK 

Stay out of my classes - yo 

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Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star 

I got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jar 

So here's a quick freestyle to my target: 

My core audience, *fuck* the rest of the market! 

'Cause I spark it, styles I loan shark it 

Then break your legs if you try to chart it 

I got heart, it 

Doesn't take a lot to rock a record, get wit it 

Some MCs can't rock for five minutes 

Sorry, that's not the way to approach me 

Use caution 

I rip up lyrical crews and MCs often 

You probably don't know this: 

I give birth to MCs 

And I also give abortions 

I'll do a number to your body structure 

You look like supper 

And I'm that hungry motherfucker! 

You don't want to be on the menu! 

I'll end you, twist you up and bend you 

Like Gestapo 

Pick up the microphone and crush up MC like a taco 

No, we're never sad because we nah deal with sorrow 

That's why dem challenge me, jah man you know dem challenge trouble 

Me are number one of me there is no double! 

And you don't want no trouble 

'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the double 

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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 don't 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 ain't no game upon the mic 

Me bring the noise to you like Chuck 

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Kid Capri got the 

Gang Starr got the 

Ill Will got the 

Flavor Unit got the