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Mad Skillz
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[Mad Skillz]
No doubt
Mad Skillz for the nine-five shot son
Yeah.. forever people wreckin shit, uh-huh
Get closer to your speaker, its Mad Skillz the mic freaker
The cordless technician ill breakbeat seeker
Youre feelin weaker, when I begin to come in
Wack MCs are like abortions, cause I aint havin none of them
So break it down for me I cant understand
Nowadays you got more rappers than you got fuckin fans
And man listen thats a pity
That shit wouldnt come off the shelves if a earthquake hit the city
If they aint pullin blunts, they pullin triggers
Im gettin tired of DJ Nobody and MC New Nigga
Huh, I start cyphers for self in dark alleys
I wreck shows lovely cause I got nine personalities
I kick the real on ear-woundin tracks
Your first mistake was, "Man niggaz from Virginia cant rap"
Yeah whatever - where Im from, mics be gettin dented
Give me a fly beat, and Im all in it, yeah
[Chorus]
Straight up skills, no time for gimmicks
"Gimme a fly beat, and Im all in it" -> Guru
Breakin down tracks the beats get diminished
"Gimme a fly beat, and Im all in it" -> Guru
Rhymes designed to be in the book of Guinness
"Gimme a fly beat, and Im all in it" -> Guru
Yo son where Im from yo mics be gettin dented
%7B*scratched: "Im all in it"*%7D
[Mad Skillz]
Never fakin jacks, just makin tracks when I set it
Uhh - battle odds are betted, dont sweat it, MCs leave beheaded
What? Im on some sit back, relax shit
Some never leave my house without a (?) max and count green stacks shit
Its ninety-five, you know what I mean yo
"Yo Skillz what you doin?" Son Im tryin to get dough
The paper raper, yeah flatline massager
Dont worry cause MCs see me blurry like Roger Thomas
without his glasses - momma, I cant breathe
Im fat and black, I squeeze the life outta MCs
So please, keep your style in your grab bag
Rappers step up and get sent back like a shag
What? I chills on the real side
Chickenheads crossin the street tryin to hit the Mad Skillz side
Light and Gs get cut off when Im finished
Give me some fly beats and Im all in it, yeah
[Chorus]
[Mad Skillz]
Admit it, Im all in it, quotes are all in
When it comes to beats yo Im swim through em like frogmen
I take basslines in my veins, so refrain
from poppin anythang that make me wanna tear you out your frame
Yeah, things have changed but its all real over here
What? Eargasmic styles havin sex with your ears
Yeah, I leave crews in debt
Cause aint nothin like a fat loop that a brother aint use yet
Whose set to rock raps raunchy and raw - yeah
I like my beats pretty like Chante Moore, now check it
Constructin raps like erector sets
Artifacts flexed the tech, now Im next to wreck
Bitch-ass niggaz should know that they done messed up - why?
Im pullin skirts bras and girdles and motherfuckin dresses up
Beat(?) society, oh I dogs em, Im a menace
This track was fly, I was fly, you was all in it, yeah
[Chorus]
Straight up skills, no time for gimmicks, yeah, yeah
"Gimme a fly beat, and Im all in it" -> Guru
Yeah breakin down beats the tracks get diminished
"Gimme a fly beat, and Im all in it" -> Guru
Uh-huh, rhymes designed to be in the book of Guinness
"Gimme a fly beat, and Im all in it" -> Guru
Im from V.A., nigga what? Mics get dented
%7B*scratched: "Im all in it"*%7D
[Mad Skillz]
Yeah
Like that, like that yall
Like that yall, like that yall
Uhh, uhh, like that yall
DJ Riz yknahmsayin? |
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19.Oct.2001 16:10:32 |
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09.Jun.2004 11:06:25 |
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