got mad He threw his badge on the floor And walked out He's gonna give it a try He left no doubt Must be mad, he must be mad The people wished him
trust This is just jail for those who must Get up in the morning & fight for such unusable standards While weeping maidens show-off penury & pout ravings for a mad
?s divinity First thing you see A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it?s quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children
a good word though, man, it rolls right off the tongue.. Man! Oh, oh.. You know, I heard that the Winnebagos are an Indian tribe, man. Really? Yeah! An Indian
, St. John People give your ears so I be sublime It's enjoyable to know you in the concubinz Niggaz' take off your coats, ladies act like gems Sit down Indian
it right back But when you flip don't you think I ain't gon' fight back Pun you got dough and you know, I got a nice stack So when you mad, go ahead
my dirt's a little further down the map is that so? A little Buckwhylin Island called Stat' Where niggaz carry gats in they Black Moon hat Now I'm mad
thinking about Well, go ahead and mek yu own preparation If yu feel sey yu can dis badman, not physical But lyrical yu go dis Beenie Man And mek mi fans det mad
Can I get a witness? Yes, you can Then check it I'm checkin' records an' facts about da battle To da Indian, Japanese, the whites an' the blacks Germs
day and we use it hey, put your hands up to the ceiling scream loud homeboy if you feel the feeling hey, and the girl looking at me don't be mad but
like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian
Like a indian gal a so she go yaddy yow yippy yaddy yow yippy yaddy yow Yippy yaddy yow!!!!!! [Outro: Elephant Man] Yow! Mad ting it's a Danger Zone
Dan is drinking coffee Mary's drinking tea Betty's having breakfast In the plastic surgery Some say she's a beauty Some may say she's mad But she doesn
green And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually A little Indian brave who before he was ten, Played war games in the woods with his Indian
need is knowledge of self And ammunition is my best friend When it's time to roll nigga, we ain't calling on Jesus I'm calling mad dog for the 9 millimeters
So let a motherfucker move a muscle When I tussle they'll be piecin niggaz back like fuckin puzzles Cause Kool G. Rap is known for bringin mad noise,
and rice to lobster with champagne No ice now everything is lovely, alright Nuttin' can stop me now, I'm on the prowl You can play the Indian but there