08 The Craze Lyrics

What do you know about me, Jack?You see I crawl in the
nightUnderneath all the hypeThen I step to the
lightSo let it shineMutha f___a, are you blind?Check out my rhymeFuckin' up your mindDiggin' in
your soulWith the rock n' rollCrazy m____ f___a's go
"blow, blow, blow"Here we goWhat do you know about
this?You know the face in the crowdOr my name on a
listBut are you down? No.In fact, I think you're
sweatin'My lifestyle, moneySo yo, sucka, keep
steppin'And let me crawl into your mindWith the
meanin'Kinda like crack, and I got the brother's
feindin'For a taste, so go aheadAnd take your best
s_____t don't burn yourself, cause it might be hotSo there it isRollin' like a rebelI'm a no
good, hard core, stone cold devilThe craze, the
crazeYo, we got the crazePuttin' brothers in a
dazeLeavin' people in a hazeWith the craze, the
crazeThe m____ f___in' crazeFigured out a wayFrom way back in the daysNow check the way I kick
itCause the verbs, they come explicitIf you talk
about my tribeThe j.i.v.e. becomes aliveSo back
offRelax, understood? Understand.Pump your fist,
wave your handCause we really don't give a d___Slow
your headOr you'll wind up like a dead manUnderstand
that I'm the m____ f___in' manCause see, I got the
crazeAnd Shootyz got the grooveMy mind is on a
levelBut I'm h____ like a devilBut my soul keeps
freakin'Status keeps creepin'Risin', surprisin'The
crowd we're energizin'Blowin' up in smokeAnd the
craze is no jokeWell I'm bustin' looseOn the
cabooseI'm bustin' loose on the cabooseWith a mic
checkYou don't get it, you do not comprehendWith the
truth that I knowIs my records goin' goldAnd the rap
and the rollAnd the new and the old schoolGot the
craze, yoWe're blowin' up in '94We got the craze,
yoEverybody, everybody got the craze, yoOne time,
for your mindGot the craze, yoThere it is,
there it isRollin' like a rebelI'm a no good, hard
core, stone cold devilThe craze, the crazeYo,
we got the crazePuttin' brothers in a dazeLeavin'
people in a hazeWith the craze, the crazeThe m____
f___in' crazeFigured out a wayFrom way back in the
daysHad the crazeFrom the days of the crib,
kidOnce a mellow brotherBut, yo, now I'm gettin'
wickedAnd you could stick itBack into the socketSchemin' on the papesAnd then I put it in my pocketThrow your hands upGive a man his props, broNow
I'm makin' doughSo, people, whatcha know?The
craze, the crazeYo, we got the crazePuttin' brothers
in a dazeLeavin' people in a hazeWith the craze, the
crazeThe m____ f___in' crazeFigured out a wayFrom way back in the days