[verse 1]
Darkside is were I'm commin' from all alone,
strangeling ^!$$%z is fakin' on the microphone,

cuz I've bin around and I'm a be around again,
who is it? The black ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%z on the sidewalk,
but all my black the jack so I can night stock,

cuz carry a big stick for ^!$$%z 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', %#@! gotta get back, it's time to MC, to many

new ^!$$%z ain't sure like L.B.
I wanna be L and only care from the crean.
Aposse like a (*##$ they get put it in the magazine,

get away - french, you ain't right all, you ain't the
source. ^!$$%z wanted to get with me, but your %#@! was
horse. Ploakin' in my cliss the warz for competition.

If a crit ^!$$% 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 $#&@in' mad scientist...
menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt


Weak az ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z up
from the bottom of the north pole. In my double S four
fifty four with my size ten still towe showe to the floor.

It's simple, don't wanna make it complicated, cuz ya
simple minded ^!$$%z might get frustrated, with ya bang-
bang boogie, cuz Ren heard enough, cuz ^!$$%z don't come

with the funky stuff, that I used to hear in 83 and 84,
when %#@! had to be hardcore, ciminal minded,
you've bin blinded, I'm lookin' for some %#@! like that

but can't find it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door,
^!$$%z don't make that kinda %#@! no more, sippin' az
^!$$%z make way, cuz Ren don't play that %#@!, I'm screamin'

mayday, a $#&@in' mad scientist...

[chorus]


Sneaky, sneaky is how I creap up on ya, I clear my throat
and then I drop bombz on ya, now be onest did ya think

the villain releit knew ^!$$%z come out get out the work,
that I put in, figure the pin and I write to the hands feels
of the writes

%#@! down and dirty you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating
wut ya body longs for and fake az ^!$$%z this is who the song's for,
a mad scientist, but I won't make a frankers dine, I just write

a rhyme, now I blow ya $#&@in' mind. You can't follow this I did'nt
leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that means tray repesentin'
I'm wokin' up light and livin' civilized, the messager elaise yo,

they opened up my eyez. And the B boyz stand on my throne in black
^!$$%z scared as hell because the villain is back from the sinner
of the earth I'd makin' way like a goffer, ^!$$% by my self, I'm

takin' over, on a mad scientist...

[chorus]