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Mad Skillz - Skillz in 95

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Now if you had my eyes then youd see what I see

A desire to see a soundman hung and bless the m-i-c

Who I be? the generation of the next mcs

Who believe in breakbeats, microphones, and tecs

My voice travels through your flesh, putting crews to rest

I wanna be the shit from here to budapest

Kneel please, I represent real mcs

Im at ease when I spot another beat to seize

So dont test me, I represent the best you see

And next to me is the extra p ____ on the sp

A combination that could leave niggas wishing

That rhymes hadnt got handled the whole of sedition

I write raps like I had an hour to live

Contact the crowd with lyrics I was born to give

I maintain in this mission to get loot

So listen clear, Im putting niggas careers on mute



When I represent, I lotta kids wont survive

Names mad skillz, years 95 (repeat 2x)



Indeed proceed I need to make rappers bleed

My words hurt ya, my thoughts are nurtured like seeds

Its my year son, so throw your style away

Dont underrate me, cause I smell niggas fears from miles away

Rip a mic host and Im ghost

Peace to myn benda and kilonji from the slums of the cosmos

You get ill on skillz? come on, dont jet

Close your front door, nigga, cause your styles on house arrest

Skillz, nigga, with the mad in the front

Maintaining through strife cause life is like a manhunt

I breathe rap, gs need to heed that

Treat me like Im on in the back up, now you gets no feedback

Stop grazing, dont keep it real on occaision

You cant see me, chase me through the walls I be phasing

And adapt, cause I aint hearing nothing but rap

Im here to bless the mic and represent real like that



When I represent, I lotta kids wont survive

Names mad skillz, years 95 (repeat 4x)



Yeah, the average head cant seem to understand

Its something about a beat and a mic in my hand

Kicks and snares bring me in for the kill

Cause be doubting and my voice be pouncing over drum fills

Dont fret, my decibles pop cassettes

Rhymes designed, to raze hair like gillettes

Sweat, techniques that skillz be making

Riding the groove smooth, got no time for move faking

You should master your craft, thats my motto

Mcs be getting popped quick, just like zits on a supermodel

Witness the sickness I possess

Like ? ? ? , sheel and strees through my down vest

Next test, one time watch your mind

I drop rhymes, no corner standing son, Im not a stop sign

Get used to microphone wear and tear

By now you know the name and the year



When I represent, I lotta kids wont survive

Names mad skillz, years 95 (repeat 2x)



"i got skills" - big daddy kane (repeat 16x)

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