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
The flushing, know from programming the percussion
Basslines are set now 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 reputations full-fledged, yo, zip the lip
I'm 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 after things that I've
Gone through the born truth, and living though I'm driven
By everything real and I know how to deal
You think I'm lying this? The Mad Scientist
The Mad Scientist (Repeat 3x)
Never had a basement, never had an attic
Only an apartment where I forever had static
For me doing a beat and got through in the street
Even put in a cell living in hip-hop hell
So far in my career, but I'm still here
To organize for your eyes and drop science on your ears
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 something ill for real
Come into my labratory where you can't stand still
And the funk keeps banging, to all my peeps hanging
On the block this one's for you, it's time to rock
On a higher plateau, I supply a fat show, wherever I go
Yo, you can't front on, fake, or even try and diss
Your man the Large Profess the Mad Scientist
The Mad Scientist (Repeat 3x)
I'm called the Mad Scientist Extra P
About to set up shop a
