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Mad Skillz Lyrics - Skillz in í95

Skillz in í95 Lyrics:
Now if you had my eyes then youíd 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 mcís
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 mcís
Iím at ease when I spot another beat to seize
So donít 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 hadnít 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, Iím putting niggas careers on mute

When I represent, I lotta kids wonít survive
Nameís mad skillz, yearís í95 (repeat 2x)

Indeed proceed I need to make rappers bleed
My words hurt ya, my thoughts are nurtured like seeds
Itís my year son, so throw your style away
Donít underrate me, cause I smell niggas fears from miles away
Rip a mic host and Iím ghost
Peace to myn benda and kilonji from the slums of the cosmos
You get ill on skillz? come on, donít jet
Close your front door, nigga, cause your styleís on house arrest
Skillz, nigga, with the mad in the front
Maintaining through strife cause life is like a manhunt
I breathe rap, gís need to heed that
Treat me like Iím on in the back up, now you gets no feedback
Stop grazing, donít keep it real on occaision
You canít see me, chase me through the walls I be phasing
And adapt, cause I ainít hearing nothing but rap
Iím here to bless the mic and represent real like that

When I represent, I lotta kids wonít survive
Nameís mad skillz, yearís í95 (repeat 4x)

Yeah, the average head canít seem to understand
Itís 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
Donít 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, thatís my motto
Mcís 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, Iím 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 wonít survive
Nameís mad skillz, yearís í95 (repeat 2x)

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

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