Annakin Slayd feat. Onyx (Sticky Fingaz & Fredro Starr) - Bringin' Bac Da Madface

From the album "Once More We Survive" (2011)
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BRINGIN' BACK THE MADFACE feat. Onyx
Directed by Annakin Slayd & Jean Michel Simard
Edited by Annakin Slayd & Jean Michel Simard
Produced by Ingrid Bauer & Andrew Farrar
Special Thanks to Adrenaline Tattoo in Montreal, QC

Written by A.Farrar, F. Scruggs, K. Jones
Produced by Mitch Album & Annakin Slayd
Guitars by Franko Beaulieu


LYRICS

We throwin' 'em up like hardcore 
Bup bup bup bup bup!
Like we back in '94 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
It's Judgement Night, these are Rap's last days 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
Anni Slayd! Onyx! Bringin' back the Madface!

Fedro Starr
Breakin' (expletive) for slot times
This for you cowards that drop dimes
I'm posted on the block like stop signs
How could you stop crime? when Onyx in this (expletive) and we pop nines
Boy got hot lines like phone numbers for runaways
Beef like Faye you get Dunaway
When I see my B, only time I put (expletive) away
Play (expletive) for fun, at least one a day
Shots in your Teflon, bullet proof vest on
I feel seventeen again like Zac Efron
100 Mad click like Cope you get stepped on
Battle me your new website or be deaf calm
I hold your kids for ransom. Throw up your Hand
This is the thug anthem
This is the thug anthem
This is the thug anthem
Throw up your hand, this the thug anthem

We throwing 'em up like hardcore 
Bup bup bup bup bup!
Like we back in '94 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
It's Judgement Night, these are Rap's last days 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
Anni Slayd! Onyx! Bringin' back the Madface!
We throwing 'em up like hardcore 
Bup bup bup bup bup!
Like we back in '94 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
It's Judgement Night, these are Rap's last days 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
Anni Slayd! Onyx! Bringin' back the Madface!

Annakin Slayd
What's the matter with my brain, it's insane
Starr, Stick and Slayd, going back to golden days
When the class bell sounds, time to bring hell around,
Bustin' Bald heads way before Britney had her melt down
Hoodies and black bomb jacks, White Sox caps
The smarter you talked back, the harder the smack
Drop "Slam", the jam turns to an all out brawl
So I toss my best friend through a gyp rock wall
When Hip Hop falls, you'll find me lying in a hearse 
Screaming I'm not watered down so I'm dying of thirst 
Belly flop off a roof before I stop hawking truth
I'd rather Sticky blow my (expletive) head off in this booth
I blast truth, through wack dudes and dance crews
These hack youths, jack thirty years of classic rap tunes
100 Mad true and I ain't got no gat, dude 
But Dro said he'd get me a (expletive) if he had to
 
We throwing 'em up like hardcore 
Bup bup bup bup bup!
Like we back in '94 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
It's Judgement Night, these are Rap's last days 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
Anni Slayd! Onyx! Bringin' back the Madface!
We throwing 'em up like hardcore 
Bup bup bup bup bup!
Like we back in '94 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
It's Judgement Night, these are Rap's last days 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
Anni Slayd! Onyx! Bringin' back the Madface!

Sticky Fingaz
In the back streets, we stash heat in the back seat of the black jeep
Splash beef, half sleep, high off (expletive) since last week
Word Comanche, that chick is transported out of state on they ass cheek
I'm nasty. Got enough heart to blast me?
React rashly while police harrass
A trash heap is where they find your head if you crab me
Three shots from the navvy? You defy the law of gravity
My strategy? Front on Stick and get hit automatically
Agony! Agony! Hate my Moms for having me
I know a lotta (expletive) wanna walk up on me And casually
Gradually, put the (expletive) to my head and ratatata me
I never snitch. You can beat the (expletive) out of me
And when I die what a cold day in hell that'll be
Sticky Fingaz mother (expletive)
100 Mad. Sticky Fingaz mother (expletive)

We throwing 'em up like hardcore 
Bup bup bup bup bup!
Like we back in '94 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
It's Judgement Night, these are Rap's last days 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
Anni Slayd! Onyx! Bringin' back the Madface!
We throwing 'em up like hardcore 
Bup bup bup bup bup!
Like we back in '94 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
It's Judgement Night, these are Rap's last days 
Bup, bup, bup bup bup!
Anni Slayd! Onyx! Bringin' back the Madface!