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Heilig IJs - The mad scientists
Mad scientists, mad scientists, cooking up beats, it's the
mad scientists. We're mad scientists, coz there's sumptin'
wrong wid us..
Cookin' up some beats while noddin' our headz and stompin'
with our feetz! Mix it up to create these musical hiphop
treetz, to give you what you needz! -Bass please!!
Lo's mids and highs in our improved formula to make you pop
yo' eyez, straight from the ice-lab with the boom-bap,
takin' the hiphop higher right on to the next step. Not for
world domination though, but for the creation loc, the
creation of new made mortal men who just won't die- the
reason for this lies in the wisdom of the great Scientist in
the sky- But in the meantime we'll try to keep you satisfied
with the beats that we'll fry- shaken, not stirred, liquid
highs and magnificent mids- to make you fly and twist to the
worx of the mad- the mad scientists, not as smart as Hawking
perhaps, but scientists nevertheless.
-he's the mad scientist when it comes to loops,
-he's the mad scientist when it comes to vocal hooks,
-he's the mad scientist when it comes to rhymin',
-he's the mad scientist when it comes to freestylin'
Scientists of beats, and we're pretty mad. The beats,
bassez, keyz and the message and all that. We give you
gettin' right now- stick around- we'll show you how we do-
wow, wow, we do-
-he's the mad scientist when it comes to makin' tea
-he's the mad scientist when it comes to workin' keyz
-he's the mad scientist when it comes to bakin' beats
-he's the mad scientist when it comes to movin' feetz
Yo Toaster would you be so kind? To bring in the bassdrum
with the funky bassline so this mad scientist can begin
bringing the people a rhyme- that's specially designed to
help them elevate their mind.
See- time after time we find out the wrong ways of life are
magnetic- but your spaceship is able to leave orbit- is able
to get out of this stuff- now do you get it? I wreck it-
What kid?- The microphone- And when I'm doin' my
mic-wreckin' research yo', I'm never alone. Guiding you out
of the danger-zone with my groovy defenition- so lay back
and listen while I be mixin' chemical liquids. I come out
with this piece of poetry- you know me,I put it on
microfilm- took it to the laboratory. Now we be droppin'
scientifical hiphoppin on ya, I do not have to warn ya. It's
made of biological material, so it's good for ya...
Scientific- teriffic, fantastic, no plastic! Organic
emotion, translation of me feelin'- Me is freewheelin',
original, no steelin'!- How are you feelin'?-
Coz' I'm an original creation made by di Almighty, ain't
nobody, exactly like me- Top! I got my own skill and mi
will, the groove in mi blood and the desire to chill. Vortex
on the floor and the windmill- I thank mi heavenly Fatha,
'coz mi life He fills- He is mi transport when death come
for di kill. through di valley of shadow op onto the hill-
Loord!! I got mi health and mi wealth, this I can use for di
people to help! Help you I can? So help you I will! Livin'
with the Almighty mi life is a thrill. He show He love me,
though sometimes I'm evil. Egoistic rudeboy, but He loves me
still. The good in me He amplifies through His word, mi plea
for help and friendship, yes He heard! Thank you mi Fatha
for mi moves and mi style, I know when I breakdance then you
the one who smile! Yes! You give me rest for mi heart- peace
for mi soul all the way from the start! Yes! I know that we
will neva part! Your Spirit is di best thing that I has eva
had! No scientist could have eva come op wid that!