[Intro]
You Rule Hip Hop
I'm scientific in admiral hip hop

The Mad Mob, yeah we Rule Hip Hop
So let me grab the microphone and lick a shot


[Shabazz the Disciple]
Here I go wit the ill flow, the Red Hook kill flow
Whoever drive a flip, catch a steel toe

I put your paws in your stomach
Man, ya ^!$$%s, ya don't even want it
^!$$%s they roll in masses, I got slugs for they $$#es

Quick to smash nerves wit glasses
I blast his $$# in ashes
Yeah, I'm givin ^!$$%s a buck 50

Across they face, they can't $#&@ wit me
So wake up, wake up, ya ^!$$%s ya get draped up
I'm swearin all the hookers wit the makeup

Yeah that's right I'm on some flip %#@!
(*##$es run they lip and get they !@$% slit
They man wanna rip, see my four-fifth

Cuz me and 'Preme, ain't nuthin to be $#&@ed wit

[Chorus x2]

'Preme, 'Preme, you Rule Hip Hop
I'm scientific in admiral hip hop


[Shabazz the Disciple]
Fe, a fi, a fo, a fum
I hear the sounds poundin down upon a drum

Make up for lick a shot, upon the mic like a gun
Here I come, here I come, buck buck, here I come
My charter flows, to here I go wit the phat style

My times'll be wack now, the M.A.D. black child
Kick facts, rip raps, flip tracks
Don't give a damn about fling fling, punks get pimp slap

Murder, paralyze, snakes who !@#^yze
Skills, techniques, use when I wreck beats
Bring all ya mics and guns and you still get dropped

Stripped of hip hop, cuz you can't rip shop
Miller lyrics spill upon the track like blood
Put a whole in ya head, cause a flood


[Chorus x2: one 'Preme first time]


[Shabazz the Disciple]
Boom, there's a liver, bam there's a brain
I'm insane, I'm makin ^!$$%s feel the pain

Baaow, I have 'em screamin like a (*##$
Boyakah! Boyakah! I blast 'em like a snitch
Shank, shank, chop, chop, till his heart stop

And watch his body drop, and watch his head drop
I'll have him runnin, he's runnin, he's runnin
Boyakah! Boyakah! My gun is steady gunnin

I'm wipin ^!$$%s off the face of Earth
It was a waste of birth, they gettin placed in the dirt
I'm runnin like I'm Strangler

Back up mutha$#&@a before I hang ya, I'm danger
^!$$%, ya $$# is mine, when I blast a nine
Ease up, cuz ya brain ain't as fast a mine

I feel murder, I smell blood
I taste terror, you erased like a error
But a lotta, they fled, those who got caught

Got they skulls get pulled out they $#&@in head

[Chorus x2]


[Outro]
The Madd Mob, yeah we Rule Hip Hop