[verse 1]

Darkside is were I'm commin' from all alone

strangeling niggaz is fakin' on the microphone

cuz I've bin around and I'm a be around again

who is it? The black nigga that they call Ren

Won't be brackin' on a nine dubble M

my still talk kids turn tricks and you sticks n' stones

so say wuzz up to my niggaz on the sidewalk

but all my black the jack so I can night stock

cuz carry a big stick for niggaz that never shot

beabe gall alwayz talkin' 'bout the trigga, just to get

payed and make it all routin, if I crack pop they runnin'

form tha scene'. There's to many recordz out that ain't

sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio stations ain't playin'

nuthin', shit gotta get back, it's time to MC, to many

new niggaz ain't sure like L.B.

I wanna be L and only care from the crean.

Aposse like a bitch they get put it in the magazine,

get away - french, you ain't right all, you ain't the

source. Niggaz wanted to get with me, but your shit was

horse. Ploakin' in my cliss the warz for competition.

If a crit nigga hang around they get a listen.

Try to peep in my note book, but lost a leg. Got

paralised neck up from what you read, a mad scientist...

[chorus]

menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt

a fuckin' mad scientist...

menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt

Weak az niggaz keep I.N.S, but who can come and fade

the mad scientist. I've bin away from the public, cause

I am a enemy. with the black peane disappear like Houdini.

God of the univers I control your soul, shaking niggaz up

from the bottom of the north pole. In my double S four

fifty four with my size ten still towe showe to the fl