This is from Mad Childs solo EP Claustrophobic, released in 1995!
My condition is critical.
Twice as nice as the price is
When I select a electronic device to make a sequence.
Frequent blows of rejection in my section
No action, no satisfaction
I'm takin a walk in the wrong direction
Is Mad Child blocked ??? marked don't even ask it
I'm like E.T. with the blanket in a bycicle basket.
Rapped so tight like a vice-grip
Don't trip, feel the tension.
??? who drops like a ??? its beyond comprehension.
Claustrophobic, i've founded that i'm surrounded
With a no-win situation afraid its too complicated.
Technical combination ??? skeptical and dubs
And fears with sharks and tears will come out empty-handed.
Branded ??? I fuckin hate it.
I rock with a box and cock my cap so its crooked.
Look at theres no gimmick to mimick i'm just twisted.
Lack of blood to the brain, leaves me insane
Unpractical tactical techniques when I speak,
Weak minded MCs freezin wack tracks posin frozen.
I spread my tight butt cheecks and stick the nose in.
Bulldozin over duck MCs, suck on these!
??? what's really goin on, you better recognize,
No second tries I despise ass kids and busters.
I couldn't trust her, that topic is microscopic.
Compared to the whole spectrum of things,
Hot like tropical storms, warm and rapid,
Capitating twelve heads.
Well fed, if you eat my food for thought, its edible bulk,
I bust into a rage like the Incredible Hulk.
Don't sulk, just hide inside the closet as I deposit
Data into the memory bank
You spank over the texture of my constructure.
Rough like stucco
I rock Pumas, fat laces, ??? and B-Boy belt buckles.
Suckas, chuckle, fuckle them wack MCs
I flow like the breeze ???
The keys to ??? is what I am.
Scram, scoot-skedadle, you shouldn't try to battle
Tight rappers you're running circles around
Just like a satelite, not bad, aight?
Naw, west coast rocks the most!
And the ??? rascal ??? open a map and you can't come close.
Lack of blood to the brain, no simulation
Pacing back and forth, I can't function
My concentration is gone!
Omision wishin to pick up the pieces
To make ???
Tension increases at a rapid rate.
Birds of a feather flock together
So the Mad Child's alone prone to zodiac dimension
All I've got is my reflection, even then i'm shadow boxin.
Tryin to make mends with God but the devil always walks in.
Lets see you fuckin bastard: the master of deception and persuasion.
Rushin to my soul like an invasion
And the Dark Angel's clutches as much as I try to fight for whats right
He's in control, the strangle-hold is too tight.