Bad Mutha Lyrics - Singles - Kool Moe Dee

Other MC's, I want you to know 

If you ever wanna battle me, don't move slow 

Come and get it 'cause I'm waitin' and I got nowhere to go 

Head to head, toe to toe, rhyme for rhyme, blow for blow 

We can throw 

When I get busy, the crowd gets dizzy 

And when I'm on the stage, the party people say 

"Is he really human or is he a robot?" 

Because when I'm on the microphone nobody does 

The things that I do, my voice will guide you 

Once you hear it, it stays inside you 

Hypnotizing and mesmerizing, the cerebral cortex 

But without realizing, you become confused and so enthused 

'Cause the rhymes I use can make you lose 

Total control and if I choose 

To call you the paperboy you'll spread the news 

Like Paul Revere, "A real rapper is here" 

Yeah, "Moe Dee is coming, Moe Dee is coming" 

And teeth will chatter, plagiarism scatter',nothing is the matter 

You're just looking at a real rap trooper with a power so super 

After battlin' me, I guarantee you won't recuperate 

'Cause I am great, I can make you hate 

To ever look in the mirror and 

Affiliate yourself with anything 

But an average person, lovin' my success but envious and cursin' 

You want my autograph, don't act like a sucker 

Just gimme a pound 'cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha 

Mutha, mutha, muthaf 

I put a hurtin' on rappers, egos are crushed 

Pride is swallowed, asses are bust, hearts are taken 

Souls cremated, lips are sealed and they hate it 

Overrated rappers made it on a wing and a prayer 

With old beats updated but I'm not like you bitin' barbarics 

Rappers with the fresh beats and weak lyrics 

I'm cyanide, deadly and lethal 

I never run out, I got an automatic refill 

I never get cold, I only get lukewarm 

When I wanna get hot, I have a real brainstorm 

Ideas start flowin', my talents start showin' 

And if the music stops, Moe Dee keeps goin' 

I'm bigger than life and deeper than death 

The world of rap is like a kitchen and I am the chef 

Boy, are these MC's really startin' to irk me 

Make it to the top, then try to jerk me 

Ask 'em who's the best, their shoulders start shruggin' 

Like they don't know, they must be buggin' 

But I like the controversy, it makes me blood-thirsty 

And one day I'll make them all beg for mercy 

So, remember that if you wanna act like a sucker 

Don't ever make me mad 'cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha 

Mutha, mutha, muthaf 

I'm the kinda rapper that a dummy won't dig 

My IQ's too high, my words are too big 

My voice too clear and my rhymes are ample 

Some things I won't do, and here's an example 

I won't make a 'La-Di-Da-Di', an 'Oh, Veronica' 

A 'Dear Ivette' or a 'La-Latoya' 

I'm not tryin' to dis, the rappers that made these cuts 

As a matter of fact I like them, but records like that 

Are for the average MC, not for the highly rated Moe Dee 

I have a formula, I'm like a scientist 

And I must put words together like this 

My voice is a coming out an orophus, expressing, verbally or if it's 

Mental asymmetrics that makes me so electric 

By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected 

A walking time bomb that can't be disconnected 

I'm a rhymer with a timer, I'm a English dialectic 

My ideas are impeccable, rhymes are paragon 

My soliloquy will affect ya like Farrakhan 

Love me or hate me, agree or debate me 

Watchin' suckers gather round, bow down 

Because what I do orally I something so morally 

Stimulating, emulating heat that's chorally 

My mind is both flexible and resilient 

Pugnacious, tenacious, I'm brilliant 

Through rigorous training, it's self-explaining 

Why I'm standing on the top and that's where I'm remaining 

My brain rocks like Mr. Spock's 

And any other MC's are knocked out the box 

So you know where to kiss, so line up and pucker 

Sucker MC's, I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad 

(Mutha) 

Mutha, mutha, muthaf 

Now, I was never solo, I was always in a group 

So, now you new jacks are a little too souped 

So, if you think you could take mine 

Then come on and make my day, you idiot 

You knew from the giddy-up, you didn't have a chance 

But if you want drop the pants, I spank that ass so fast 

That the next time you glance, everyone will be laughin' 

And you'll be the stock 

'Cause that's what's good about havin' you MC's on the jock 

I could go on and on and on and on for days 

But every time I speak I get unwanted protegees 

If you've been lucky so far, don't press your luck 

'Cause you don't really want none 

'Cause I'm a bad, bad, bad 

(Mutha) 

Mutha, mutha, muthaf