[Intro: mc Ren]
[Mc-Ren's footsteps shaking the ground like an Elephant]
[Verse 1: mc Ren]
I'm the original, one that niggaz be bitin'
But fools wanna meet it, exactly what they did it
I been wreckin' shit 'fore thousand B. C.
Back in the days, nigga on your T. V.
Back when my nigga King-T was the coolest
When fifteen eighty still had that mack attack
It was just head fool bustin' on the west
I was just like the pinky, now the shit is stinky
The Great Elephant is what they call me around the way
Cause I be stoppin' mothafuckers all day
Uhh, king of the jungle, listen to my roar
I be wreckin' shit, keepin' hoochies on the floor
They be gettin' hot, but I don't give a damn
I be caressin' the Mic when I hit jams
Makin' in morning chrome till I'm throu
Cause I'm gonna make it real funky for you
Uhh, the walking black gaint, with the Desert Eagle
But how many niggaz can I fit in my Regal
Niggaz can't get me in my place to live
Because of all the funky-ass-shit that I give
I got hypocrite-niggaz-Balls hangin' in the back
No more think I'm hick, go and make it kinda quick
Cause I'm on a mission and they know I'm comin'
Every time they hear I'm comin' was all fools they start runnin'
Fifty thousand troops lookin' like the middle East
The shit I have to do, just to get a little peace
Cause busters, they wanna be chillin'
With that nigga that be callin' the villain
Can't be hate them, as I direct my boogie ain't water down
My boogie be thumpin' and hittin' fools way across town
Planners ridicuble, niggaz stay cool
Comin' up with fat shit sittin' on Fro-stool
As I think into my self by I never talk back
As I walk to the shack "to the shack"
Everyday that I'm livin' niggaz be trippin'
Cause all the funky shit that I be givin'
It's like yeah I'm still here, still at the game
I'm makin' that funky shit cause ain't nothin' change
Niggaz they wanna know what's up, I'm still chillin'
Yeah I'm still the Villain, yeah I'm maybe killin'
I carry my big stick, walk down the block
Roll through Compton with my nigga Rocc
Mc-Ren The Mad Scientist bustin' tight-ass-Raps "why"
Cause the nigga gotta make snaps
There's too many clowns up on the jew paps
Too many itty-bitties occupyin' the Rap City
So I'ma call Don Corleone with bad news
And make nigga enough of that they can't refuse
So hold your breath whenever I'll bust a verse
And hold on tight cause it get much worse
I set boogie traps where ever that I kick it
But you can't come and kick it cause niggaz might stick it
Ain't no warning down niggaz on these streets
And ain't no warning down rhymes with these beats
A Mad Scientist straight outta C. P. T
That don't give a fuck if he can't M. C...
[Outro: mc-Ren Talking]