Mad Skillz

(chorus)
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down

I be that nigga bringing fat funk freestyle perspectives
Rappers couldn't see me, they hide it fucking detectives
Check this when I flex this, put it on point
That nigga Skillz droping foucers in your local due joint
Im still paying deuce and saying cruise
Still geting up at niggaz asses
like that little brothers Underudce
Shoes haotatin' in ya air, it aint news I stay on bitches
like Dano Kariges
At partys I retaits and make niggaz wanna fight
So when they play some reggae keep happerseein' to the right
Rigth outta my life you and ya hoddie bitch
Seein' thous of body, whitin no infron of me
V.A running shit, you best be believe it
If Im up and commin, all ya niggaz is down and leavin'
Hit me with a tound when I come to ya town
When you see my face, you know it's about to go down

(chorus)
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down

Now if I told one time. I told you before child
You can't toutch one kid, who got two billons styles
Mean wild, when it comes to mics I be cheeting
Im destend to find new ways so ill MC's
And Im real with this, I come of like a scat
It's the dread heads checking for repesenting north add
Kids pack tacs, I pack technics
Lyricol contact, now Im strapped on the streetz
Freezby aient, niggaz be trying
But standing next to me kin but so in lyricele dyin
I wrote the rhyme n' wrote the next rappers back
So before you run up in my face, foe, remember that
And dance in the art n' main tain
A rapper speaking for real like ban-jis when it's swinging
Not yo bond MC's, don't aim to ever round
And bust off like four pound
Now bust how they go down

(chourus)
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down

Yo, my sex and be mic checking and MC decking
You can buck me I ain't contry
I never said I wreck it (true)
So wack MC's chill with defesistnts
Cause the minist that I freestyle
can probably shoop n' your entistnts
I make beats to stort
Rappers be getting court
I swear all MC's be sampling my fucking thoughts
It's on when I hit the metchinon, beat acsin' at your show
Na, nigga I boo be check your microphone
Droping rappers and black hole, hell and head n',
pull n' girls of smore
like Pam Grier, seveny seven
You can't work a verse, pass it
When I come in niggaz start wrecking win like Din Jackins
Thinking they asking, lyricle breaking backs
My shit is hot, my reggae come,
shouldn't be fucking prengsing wacks
(You don't repesent nigga)
Nigga hide that sound
Check your battle stats, cause it's about to go down

(chorus)
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down

[Mad Skillz]
Uhh.. nine-five shizzot, in the hizzouse
Uh what nigga? Tch, uhh, uhh, uhh..

Watch my style rise like ? on your eyes
And battlin is hard, like retards becomin Jedi's
Watch the dread fry, submerge it from tripes
Born from a virgin, with a eye in her back
So where you at -- when I choose to chew through rhythms
makin bitches WOOF, like they had seven niggaz with em
MC's is sleazy, plus they styles is easy
Fool take that shit to help son and give it to fuckin Wheezy
or Helen, I'm crackin open MC's melons
Tonight aight yo, I'ma leave some microphones swellin
(Man I be flowin) Whatcha flow got to do with me?
Yo I'm wiser so be Pryor and act like you can't see
I'm the abyss so wack niggaz take a dive
I'm over killer beats the average kids won't survive
You wanna battle? Come on and bring it on son
I got your whole family tree on the tip of my tongue

Chorus: Mad Skillz (repeat 4X)

Floatin lyrics, from the tip of my tongue
I swing (swing) I sway (sway) I swung (swung)

[Mad Skillz]
Check it
I flow with tight raps, niggaz get a tight face
Attitude's, like I parked in they handicapped space
but I wets it, wrecks it when I mic checks it
Givin girls my number backwards, tellin em I'm dyslexic
Don't front -- you know what type of shit I'm on
Rippin mics of all types, Verbal Master Sha-Kwan
You were warned about the Northside click
Bitch, flex, and get your neck stretched like Dionne Warwick
Let me lick a shot for all my niggaz in the streets
Gettin ill keepin it real doin what they gotta do to eat
Compete and get hit with dizzy techniques
The only crossin over I'm doin is a motherfuckin street
So listen, I get in where I fit in and word to God
I like beats hard like holdin your shit in, sit in
on the session watch your body get numb
A real MC keeps his skills on the tip of his tongue, what?

Chorus

[Mad Skillz]
Verse, tre, who's tryin to leave in a hearse today?
See Skillz has skills since your great grandma'a first birthday
In the worst way, my styles be diesel
My crew ain't goin no-fuckin-where nigga we the Forever People
Gettin rid of, bullshit, when I bang ya
So MC's don't talk to me, just consider me a stranger
Take a toke I hope you don't choke
Cause if you ever see my shit it'll be through a kaleidoscope
Leavin marks to embark then gettin beat sparked
Floatin lyrics from the tip like an ark
I got rhymes to stand the test of time
I'm bound to climb, when I go one time for your mind
I'm fulfillin my purpose in life, pah (what is it?)
See I was put here so wack niggaz, would know how wack they are
You know who you are your shit's saggin, word is bond
My shit's tighter than five virgins in a Volkswagen

Chorus 2X

Do you have any idea how tight, that, five virgins, well, fuck it..

[Extra P]
We bout to bring em out
We bout to bring em out
A lot of niggaz in this rap world, come out, and dumb out
Me, I bring the bassline and drum out
Plus write scriptures, that bust bright pictures
When Mad Skillz, ?Cool Reef Daddy? plus Tip
just stepped inside the lab, to keep the Extra Skillz Ab
You either true fat or cut the flab
On the microphone hot it's Skillz before heat
A wack nigga rhymin, kills a raw beat
And I got both, bout to cook up a loaf of bread
on your motherfuckin head!

[Mad Skillz]
Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin styles with perfections
Makin rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections
I'm prone to rip microphones, keep rap sewn
Step on niggaz domes, leavin crews with Down's Syndrome
I'm Skillz, ending out the Extra Abstract
Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the back
It's like that, that's the only way it'll be
So if it gets said nigga, it got to be by me
I represent V-A well, peace to the Cella Dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, like my first name was Denzel
Who wanna come test and attempt to come near
I shaked your puny record sales and end your career
Lookie here, no need to get fly and shit
In ninety-five, I'm on sucka MC wanna die shit
To your chest and watch the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, Extra P, and my brother Q-Tip

[The Abstract]
Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering sound* like the Doc Bruce Banner
Hit you with a ray which is similar to Gamma
Do you believe in miracles, ?
like I believe in myself, but I don't believe in you
What you need to do is get faith
Take your spiritual, out your body, put it in a higher place
Cause I'ma bring out, the Holy Ghost in niggaz
in my lyrical church, and I be hostin niggaz, uh
Submergin bodies in water, you know you oughta
lose all the glitter and flash, and get raw ass
I've been ordained by the feeling, to keep the hip-hop
raw hoppin and the wack rappers reeling

Chorus: Mad Skillz

Who got the shit that make your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra Abstract
Who's packin shit to make your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra Abstract
Whose got the shit that make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra Abstract
Who got the shit that make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ..

[Mad Skillz]
Yo, check the status, I write madness like Sutter Kane
Body-snatchin MC's and pullin souls out the frame
You know my name, V-A's invincible Mad Skillz
Intoxicatin rappers like eight million Advils
You comin black, bring your lyrics, fuck a gat
Don't play, every real nigga in V-A got my back
I come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact
You ain't gettin shit, Virginia'll send your demo tape back
Don't waste your time tryin to sound like me
Nigga treat me like a sleeping lifeguard and just drown for me
I take you back like the Ebony Island
in the three twenty-five, with your fuckin wife freestylin

Uh, like that
Mad Skillz, Extra Abstract
Keepin it real on the set
Yeah, catchin wreck
Yeah yeah we bout to blast off
Mad Skillz bout to blast off
Tribe Called Quest bout to blast off
Large Professor bout to blast off
All around just blastin off
East coast, we bout to blast it off
Down South gotta blast it off
Uptown you gotta blast it off uh
V-A you gotta blast it off

Yo it's the weekend, time for freakin, no doubt
Hit the mall, get a hookup, night falls and I'm out
Pick up my man (Whattup Hobbes?) from around my block
Get nice, pump the sounds, now it's time to hit the spot
Crews downtown freestylin off beats
If heads start whylin I got the glock in the seat
Hectic out front, some chillin some wild
Tonight I'm takin a niggaz girl like Ill and Al
I freak raps so black they let me through the back
The DJ was on point, the joint was packed
Females were all of that, I'm seein nothin but dimes
Moet on ice, yeah it's time to go for mine
Dancefloor got packed when they played All Night Long
Brothers that front with blunts passin round the ?
Crew mode in effect, party can't go wrong
This is strictly for my peeps that's gettin they groove on

[Mad Skillz]
Now who done passed you a diaper and got you thinkin you the shit?
The styles I be inkin get you hyper when I get and attack tracks
Bruise and snooze on the wack
My crew's in the back, gettin blitzed like a slow quarterback
No introduc's needed, this be the jam
Which occurs everytime that the mic hits my hand
Now understand, me not makin MC's sweat
is like seein a brother sellin the Final Call chillin in the short set
Check the drill when you see me write your will
Makin cheese like grill, here to test a nigga's mic skills
When I rhyme REAL heads get the shivers
Here comes that nigga name Shakwan, signed sealed and delivered
to your tape deck, CD's and crossfaders
Beats be hard like blowin bubbles with Now or Laters
Don't front, like you don't know who I am
Fully equipped to mic rip, brother here comes the jam

[Chorus]
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Money you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Kid you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Yo you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
And you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam

[Mad Skillz]
Now if you wanna play around don't play with me
You can play with AIDS, I'm puttin H's in your IV's
Bum raps over drum taps; rappers jumpin up in my face
like the ground was covered with thumbtacks
I'm in your face like mace, take a taste
Make a crowd vibrate, like a device on my waist
Skillz Mad, will he be bad? Ask your dad
Don't front, he know about the skills that I had
Or should I say got cause my mic still hot
Back up it's Shakwan I'm lettin off verb shots
I take MC's, wake 'em up out they sleep
Pour ammonia in they face, slap 'em with some microphone techniques
After that, niggaz retire, cause I'm iller
and my lyrics are thicker than Richard Pryor
One time for my crew, two times for the fam
Givin crews sun tans, make way for the jam

[Chorus]
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Yo you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Money you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Yeah you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam

[Mad Skillz]
Yeah, the jam has arrived so all that garbage can walk
before I personally interact with that ass like Box Talk
So pass the steel when I flex on the reels
You know the deal that nigga Skillz be up in dips like Massengil
douche, ass toosh, who get loose
Funk money times five gettin live call a truce
From Compton to Maine I tear, niggaz out the frame
I don't battle I show niggaz how to play the cryin game
Like last November, when your man got dismembered
It was me I ate his meat, and it lasted through the winter
So enter, cause yo I been, bombin since
ninety-one when I started destroyin MC's confidence
So peace, to the real MC's
Kalonji the Mindbenda and my man Lonnie B
Javon, Little Rock, Big Street my man
Fuckin 'round with Skillz you get caught up in the jam

[Chorus]
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Yo you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Yeah you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
And you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam

[Mad Skillz]
Yeah
Yo this go out to everybody, just doin what they gotta do
KnowhatI'msayin? To get that cream, knahmean?

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jacks son they never get far

[Mad Skillz]
Yo, where I reside fake niggaz run and hide (what?)
The streets be wicked, keep that biscuit by yo' side
What the fuck? Who the next crew to get run amuck?
It's all real over here, on the streets you get stuck
for fakin jacks don't max cause the block stay hot
Watch your back for the jeal' niggaz tryin to get what you got (true)
Count your dough slow, never flash your ends
Always keep a stash spot and never make new friends
Commit your sins (right) confess on your own time kid
Never think that you too nice to do a fuckin bid
Don't nobody but you wanna see, you gettin bigger (uh-huh)
So for every loyal nigga (what?) it's two spoiled niggaz (true)
Midnight to six cliques pullin sweet vicks (uhh)
Fulfullin cream dreams, takin niggaz out the mix
Nine-pound locked down by you and yo' crew
But watch yo' back nigga (why?) because the streets don't have to

[Chorus] - 2X

[Mad Skillz]
Yo, fuck gettin high, I need high dough
And when you high all you seein is yo' money movin slow
So scratch the itch, don't slip and don't snitch
Leavin? C'mon, this ain't "Superfly" bitch
Ask black, the kid with the wide-body Ac'
Put a freeze on your cheese and you're workin 'til he stack
Nuff bills to chill, sniff lines and shit
'til some niggaz hit crib on some tec-9 shit
I numb gums like coke when you take a taste
You in the wrong motherfuckin place tryin to be Scarface
Niggaz be schemin and slippin on Henny demon
Tryin to outlast the next ass, cash got him fiendin
to rock on the wrong blocks and don't know the tactics
In God we trust, mad deep like Sounds of Blackness
Locked in the rule of no sharin, it might seem
I'm selfish but I'm for delf I can't spend whipped cream

[Chorus] - 2X

[Mad Skillz]
Break it down
The man is so hot niggaz is catchin suntans
Makin plans to jam after they bag up this next gram
Brothers gettin laced, I caught a new case
But if they want me, they got to kill me twice like Screwface
Excess players I got no time for rest man
Keep that dough flowin, motherFUCK owin the next man
Neighborhood villain, hoodie glock no smile
When I see you it's gon' be, executioner style
What nigga? Check the stee', yeah you know how it get
Out here some ol' (?) Columbian blindfold shit (true)
Dou-ble go to club chill drink holder (uhh)
Discrete down to low cabbage gettin street soldiers (hah)
Duckin guys 'til heads recognize the real
Lettin lead fly, but instead I maintain and chill (uh-huh)
You know the deal, kids get ill don't sleep
You get your card pulled quick fuckin around in these streets

[Chorus] - 4X

Yeah, you know how we do
Big shout to everybody
I ain't mad at ya, do your thing, y'knahmean?
Northside, Southside, Eastern, Western
Niggaz gotta win

[Mad Skillz]
No doubt
Mad Skillz for the nine-five shot son
Yeah.. forever people wreckin shit, uh-huh

Get closer to your speaker, it's Mad Skillz the mic freaker
The cordless technician ill breakbeat seeker
You're feelin weaker, when I begin to come in
Wack MC's are like abortions, cause I ain't havin none of them
So break it down for me I can't understand
Nowadays you got more rappers than you got fuckin fans
And man listen that's a pity
That shit wouldn't come off the shelves if a earthquake hit the city
If they ain't pullin blunts, they pullin triggers
I'm 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 can't rap"
Yeah whatever - where I'm from, mics be gettin dented
Give me a fly beat, and I'm all in it, yeah

[Chorus]
Straight up skills, no time for gimmicks
"Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it" -> Guru
Breakin down tracks the beats get diminished
"Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it" -> Guru
Rhymes designed to be in the book of Guinness
"Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it" -> Guru
Yo son where I'm from yo mics be gettin dented
{*scratched: "I'm all in it"*}

[Mad Skillz]
Never fakin jacks, just makin tracks when I set it
Uhh - battle odds are betted, don't sweat it, MC's leave beheaded
What? I'm on some sit back, relax shit
Some never leave my house without a (?) max and count green stacks shit
It's ninety-five, you know what I mean yo
"Yo Skillz what you doin?" Son I'm tryin to get dough
The paper raper, yeah flatline massager
Don't worry cause MC's see me blurry like Roger Thomas
without his glasses - momma, I can't breathe
I'm fat and black, I squeeze the life outta MC's
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 G's get cut off when I'm finished
Give me some fly beats and I'm all in it, yeah

[Chorus]

[Mad Skillz]
Admit it, I'm all in it, quotes are all in
When it comes to beats yo I'm 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 it's all real over here
What? Eargasmic styles havin sex with your ears
Yeah, I leave crews in debt
Cause ain't nothin like a fat loop that a brother ain't 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 I'm next to wreck
Bitch-ass niggaz should know that they done messed up - why?
I'm pullin skirts bras and girdles and motherfuckin dresses up
Beat(?) society, oh I dogs 'em, I'm 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 I'm all in it" -> Guru
Yeah breakin down beats the tracks get diminished
"Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it" -> Guru
Uh-huh, rhymes designed to be in the book of Guinness
"Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it" -> Guru
I'm from V.A., nigga what? Mics get dented
{*scratched: "I'm all in it"*}

[Mad Skillz]
Yeah
Like that, like that y'all
Like that y'all, like that y'all
Uhh, uhh, like that y'all
DJ Riz y'knahmsayin?

[Mad Skillz]
Yeah what?
Time for lyrical shanks to your gut
Death to wack MC's
First up is my nigga Lonnie B

[Lonnie B]
First up to make it liver, I catch wreck like drunk drivers
Been through many battles but I left no survivors
So WHASSUP? Those that want a beef nigga bring it on
Cause when I'm done, it'll be my dick that you're swingin on
From the way I say my rap clear
I make people more excited than a faggot that got a pap smear
The crooked truth rap sensation, I ain't to be fucked with
You better off practicin masturbation
Line after line I bring excitement like a hooker
So put rubbers on your ears, then diaphragms on your woofer
as the rhyme buster, mic clutcher, from Richmond
show the real definition of the word represent
(SOUTHSIDE!) The place where I dwell so
recog-NAS NAS NAS, that It Ain't Hard to Tell
who's the best, blessed with lyrical, context that kick
Just like that little girl that got shot in +Fresh+
Word to momma, I'm hotter than that nigga with the bomber
leather pants on, in hell holdin hands with Jeffrey Dahmer
Yo, let me make this clear - I ain't the baddest rapper out there
but I'ma take his place until he get here

[Kalonji]
The sun shitter, hoarse all-star spitter
More ? and asteroid transfixer
Upchucks the medicine, chest of anguish
In a fantasy, holy sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
to septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace of the Immortal One
I am the poisonous priest of fifty until the ?m'salaam?
So every naked ape on Earth bow down in silence
to the slumlord, of all universe reality
Ironic supalism sodomizes your mentality
Science super-mystics and futuristics join in wedlock
So my freon cyrogenics make your head rot pop then bust
from galactic cryathallic mechany mal ??

[Mindbenda]
Preposterous, ice in my drop, yeah that's niggaz
when I bend prisms and ride soundwaves in your eutrichula
Malopropism is none, when I cerebrum wash in your brain pan
Mixin ooze, your state of bein and attitude
Petuitary shrinks, accepts it when
I bite then flatten your head
Richencypholic surgeon of my cosmorama, astrophysical
Invades one, individual stands
and uses cosmic radiation as a cosmetic
to beautify inner fantastic, gory flow
So, writing weak rhymes to your boomin system is no mo'
when I induce arthritic rheumatism
in dosages in sterile toxosins, ex-osmosis
Infect the schlerois, of your trickanumerolagia
Understand, who are you, to defend against, Mindbenda

[Mad Skillz]
Yeah the Northside click, rocks the spot
The Forever People, rocks the spot
DJ Street, rocks the spot
To the Roc comin next, time to get your props

[Lil' Roc]
Yo, umm, befo' I knock out yo' lies
there is something you need to know
Breakin mo' grounds than aftershocks from the earthquakes in San Fran'
More determination than a bull, seein Redman
Imagine, Technic glare +From Where???+
Competition say I gotta be display em in a photo album
Disorganized has the other file
Bein flamboyant like ? herbal user, slash, barracuda
with key maneuvers like silent troopers of styles
?? to split your wig and nip your eyebrows
Go to space and greet the stars, huh
Started chewin on the Milky Way, thought it was the candy bar
You get the gong cause we niggaz do wrong
and if you're young, and in love, do the moves of Michael Evens
singin songs, big up to my peoples Northside
Show the brotherhood, how I recognize

[J'Von]
I've been, detonatin equivalyrical exposives
Rambo soldiers deep like the black trials of Moses
Madness and wisdom accelerates my pendulum
No attackin my forces of life, cause I got ten of em
Dangerous, disciple killin images
My warfare dreads be just like Nemesis
Infiltrates, holy massacres like ?tnakarid?
My religion break down prisons for missionaries
In it to survive, so enlist, in strategies
My non-exist thinkin only lead, to casualties
I'm battlin, invadin, interceptin
Makin sure don't nuttin move in your section
Don't misinterpret my threats as just talk
and the raise of a hand can make, worlds start haltin
The almighty, leavin Gods and nations lost
Cause when my shit hits I leave holes like sawed-offs

[Mad Skillz]
Yo, it's the Mad child layin verses like tile
Niggaz go impotent, when I kick these potent ass freestyles
Wack MC's get mad and look at me hard
Cause they used to be the shit, like McDonald's on Broad
It's odd, how niggaz try to bomb
Then I be fadin more motherfuckers than AIDS story harvest
Throwin niggaz away like apple cores - I don't wanna see shit
but some hits and Ed McMahon at my front door
I'm rippin tapes, niggaz still makin SHIT cakes
Slippin down to fall off dudes tryin to get they shit straight
I'm tryin to get paid troop -- I want more G's
than a girl named GiGi gaggin on some gin and garlic glue
Niggaz think they hype, but they ain't touchin these
Their styles plaid out like stripe cuffed Lee's
Please! In ninety-five, I'ma be straight
Stealin MC's like DJ's be stealin milk crates
Ask Dre, can't nobody hack it, they ill Dre?
You get beheaded with a motherfuckin hatchet
Haste makes waste and taste the bass
When you see me - you don't see me get the FUCK out my face

To that nigga Speedis Toine, rock the house
To them heads Raw Deal, rock the spot
To Mike the Merciless, rock the spot
To my brother Danja Mowf, rock the spot..

[Mad Skillz]
Rappers came with their styles and I left with their heads
Their crews became victim of the body-snatchin dread
The world is now mine, the world belongs to me
I carefully planned the extinction of all wack MC's
Now innocents must prepare for my slaughter
My style will inherit the world, just like water
Cover it like sauce, think about who lost
Niggaz minds was the reason for the MC holocaust
I'll be the first to admit, I'm on some next shit
Two rappers stepped up and left bullemic, and anorexic
I told humans I'd conquer and bomb shit
Now I stand alone and take care of my continents
A&R's used to ignore me (yep) realized I was nice
Now it's no one left here to write my life story
Ninety-five rappers shelled like pearls
Hit by genocide, I inherited the world

Chorus: repeat 4X

Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard

Verse 1
I know your tired of bouncin so check this here
we got tha back breakin club shakin beat for this year
yeah..so peep the steelo and the flow
I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck already knows
so pass the mic and watch Skillz rip fast
and have niggas up in parties catchin whiplash
slash the wack..who tryin to bite my style
take yo ass to da old school
and part your fuckin eyebrows
I comin through to
about to get set
so act like WU..Protect that Neck
I still calm..Im still tendin to the song
I be blowin up spots like I was sendin out mailbombs
stya calm and be noddin see
Im like a black president(why)
cuz niggas aint seein me
has beens they both like bad skinz so face it
after this joint yo we passin out some neck braces

Chorus
I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck knows it phat
check it out like this and then like that
[Repeat *4]

Verse2

My track packs enery like nuclear reactors
I be Mad Skillz and this be the Nod Factor
after Mc's smoke me take a toke
I'll fuck your career like the cast on Diffrent Strokes
no joke..I see airlines and start aimin rhymes
My shit will have hard niggas in soul train lines
bumpin wit this big black broad named Belinda
oh you rap dont say jack
and walk quiet like a ninja
I injure..beats so you can expect to go to Cairo
so I can practice checkin that neck and got set
cuz guess what I'm the one to set it
you regret it
cuz my beats employin paramedics
I wet it
yeah and it will stay that way
I know you'll be back
you probably got some rhymes on lay away
But I be here freakin fat funk to make you sweat
do me a favor
and tell your neck that I aint finished yet

Chorus(Repeat *4)


Verse 3

I perfect raps stick in under your skin
either your noddin by now
or your dead or a mannequin
my friend resistin aint good for ya health
put your tool on the shelf
and just go for self
Get help..get da drink and get the hidin
get your groove on
before he get gis glock and gat up the party like Gotti
I'm runnin thangs from the inside
rap better wait because your style done died
And let you corny-spiderman Mc's sayin nuthin
put your clothes on backwards if you feel like frontin
Im huntin for beats/on point like cleets
wit da brand new sound
you can pump in ya jeeps..It be the Nod Factor
rollin hard like tecs
Im Skillz for real
bringin it to you somethin stank
this track will be in ya ear
like new wax/now max
and tell your neck veins to relax...

Chorus

On the real, I freak techniques and beats in my sleep
The mack back in action show skills when I speak
Watch my - leak when I bring it to your face
I still corner dimes, but in the nine I'm on a paper chase
Glass rocks, mega tops, Tims on your block
Holding heat like crock pots and keeping g's in my socks
(So, what's up, hopps?)
I got to keep it tight like seams
'Cause ain't no fiends
Coming in between me and my dreams
See what I mean, black?
I keep it real like that
F a "word is bond"
I need stocks and bonds from these ill raps
Rappers won't see me with contacts, friend
So, please act you've got a Siamese twin and think again
'Cause in the end I start off with flavor
Next to bless your chest with freestyle fantasia
Smooth behavior
Seeing rappers as illusions
Meaning they disappear but I'm hear to keep you moving

chorus:
Everybody, move ya body!
Everybody, move ya body!
Everybody, move ya body!
I don't think twice, kid
You know I bring it to ya live
(repeat)

See, I don't get writer's block
Yo, I block other writers
And there's been nights I had to wear sniper attire for biters
Don't make that same mistake and get scarred, retard
I see that tape you listening to got you thinking that you hard
But dig this...
Cut your hair and get your name on your stomach
I still find ways to make your whole rap career plummet
Maintain
I steal mics out of the frame
But now people think they know me 'cause they know my real name
While I stay same
Doing shows and tours
Somewhere in a phat crib(?) playing Sega in the dashboard
Styles of sword(?) and flowing steadily
Trapping MCs in mazes forever like Frankie Beverly
You know the steeze
I'm bringing beats to they knees
Holacausting MCs and sees some g's before I breath
That's how it be
It's no doubt that I
Got to bring it to your chest as I bring it to ya live

chorus

So, from this point on until the day that they bury me
I'll still be on a hunt trying to snatch this currency
Putting my peeps on while friends turn fake
They get pissed thinking I be in Switzerland checking some real estate
Dropping LPs every year
Somewhere in a mansion with a butler named Vincent Jeffrey Belvadere
I'm rare
But, rappers ain't trying to hear
The reason why their girl freestyled her number in my ear
It's my year, son, and I ain't trying to slip
I'm trying to collect props and get not(?) to stretch money clips
Honey-dips
I keep 'em on like low end
So, f five-o
Illegal, so we don't got to go there
It's so unfair
How I do wack crews shady
They want to be next up
Their style sucks like a new baby
They can't faze me
Mics and man fusion
Beats I keep bruising
Do your thing and keep moving

chorus
(repeat twice)

Verse 1
I know your tired of bouncin so check this here
we got tha back breakin club shakin beat for this year
yeah..so peep the steelo and the flow
I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck already knows
so pass the mic and watch Skillz rip fast
and have niggas up in parties catchin whiplash
slash the wack..who tryin to bite my style
take yo ass to da old school
and part your fuckin eyebrows
I comin through to
about to get set
so act like WU..Protect that Neck
I still calm..Im still tendin to the song
I be blowin up spots like I was sendin out mailbombs
stya calm and be noddin see
Im like a black president(why)
cuz niggas aint seein me
has beens they both like bad skinz so face it
after this joint yo we passin out some neck braces

Chorus
I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck knows it phat
check it out like this and then like that
[Repeat *4]

Verse2

My track packs enery like nuclear reactors
I be Mad Skillz and this be the Nod Factor
after Mc's smoke me take a toke
I'll fuck your career like the cast on Diffrent Strokes
no joke..I see airlines and start aimin rhymes
My shit will have hard niggas in soul train lines
bumpin wit this big black broad named Belinda
oh you rap dont say jack
and walk quiet like a ninja
I injure..beats so you can expect to go to Cairo
so I can practice checkin that neck and got set
cuz guess what I'm the one to set it
you regret it
cuz my beats employin paramedics
I wet it
yeah and it will stay that way
I know you'll be back
you probably got some rhymes on lay away
But I be here freakin fat funk to make you sweat
do me a favor
and tell your neck that I aint finished yet

Chorus(Repeat *4)


Verse 3

I perfect raps stick in under your skin
either your noddin by now
or your dead or a mannequin
my friend resistin aint good for ya health
put your tool on the shelf
and just go for self
Get help..get da drink and get the hidin
get your groove on
before he get gis glock and gat up the party like Gotti
I'm runnin thangs from the inside
rap better wait because your style done died
And let you corny-spiderman Mc's sayin nuthin
put your clothes on backwards if you feel like frontin
Im huntin for beats/on point like cleets
wit da brand new sound
you can pump in ya jeeps..It be the Nod Factor
rollin hard like tecs
Im Skillz for real
bringin it to you somethin stank
this track will be in ya ear
like new wax/now max
and tell your neck veins to relax...

Chorus

Verse 1
I know your tired of bouncin so check this here
we got tha back breakin club shakin beat for this year
yeah..so peep the steelo and the flow
I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck already knows
so pass the mic and watch Skillz rip fast
and have niggas up in parties catchin whiplash
slash the wack..who tryin to bite my style
take yo ass to da old school
and part your fuckin eyebrows
I comin through to
about to get set
so act like WU..Protect that Neck
I still calm..Im still tendin to the song
I be blowin up spots like I was sendin out mailbombs
stya calm and be noddin see
Im like a black president(why)
cuz niggas aint seein me
has beens they both like bad skinz so face it
after this joint yo we passin out some neck braces

Chorus
I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck knows it phat
check it out like this and then like that
[Repeat *4]

Verse2

My track packs enery like nuclear reactors
I be Mad Skillz and this be the Nod Factor
after Mc's smoke me take a toke
I'll fuck your career like the cast on Diffrent Strokes
no joke..I see airlines and start aimin rhymes
My shit will have hard niggas in soul train lines
bumpin wit this big black broad named Belinda
oh you rap dont say jack
and walk quiet like a ninja
I injure..beats so you can expect to go to Cairo
so I can practice checkin that neck and got set
cuz guess what I'm the one to set it
you regret it
cuz my beats employin paramedics
I wet it
yeah and it will stay that way
I know you'll be back
you probably got some rhymes on lay away
But I be here freakin fat funk to make you sweat
do me a favor
and tell your neck that I aint finished yet

Chorus(Repeat *4)


Verse 3

I perfect raps stick in under your skin
either your noddin by now
or your dead or a mannequin
my friend resistin aint good for ya health
put your tool on the shelf
and just go for self
Get help..get da drink and get the hidin
get your groove on
before he get gis glock and gat up the party like Gotti
I'm runnin thangs from the inside
rap better wait because your style done died
And let you corny-spiderman Mc's sayin nuthin
put your clothes on backwards if you feel like frontin
Im huntin for beats/on point like cleets
wit da brand new sound
you can pump in ya jeeps..It be the Nod Factor
rollin hard like tecs
Im Skillz for real
bringin it to you somethin stank
this track will be in ya ear
like new wax/now max
and tell your neck veins to relax...

Chorus

Verse 1
I know your tired of bouncin so check this here
we got tha back breakin club shakin beat for this year
yeah..so peep the steelo and the flow
I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck already knows
so pass the mic and watch Skillz rip fast
and have niggas up in parties catchin whiplash
slash the wack..who tryin to bite my style
take yo ass to da old school
and part your fuckin eyebrows
I comin through to
about to get set
so act like WU..Protect that Neck
I still calm..Im still tendin to the song
I be blowin up spots like I was sendin out mailbombs
stya calm and be noddin see
Im like a black president(why)
cuz niggas aint seein me
has beens they both like bad skinz so face it
after this joint yo we passin out some neck braces

Chorus
I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck knows it phat
check it out like this and then like that
[Repeat *4]

Verse2

My track packs enery like nuclear reactors
I be Mad Skillz and this be the Nod Factor
after Mc's smoke me take a toke
I'll fuck your career like the cast on Diffrent Strokes
no joke..I see airlines and start aimin rhymes
My shit will have hard niggas in soul train lines
bumpin wit this big black broad named Belinda
oh you rap dont say jack
and walk quiet like a ninja
I injure..beats so you can expect to go to Cairo
so I can practice checkin that neck and got set
cuz guess what I'm the one to set it
you regret it
cuz my beats employin paramedics
I wet it
yeah and it will stay that way
I know you'll be back
you probably got some rhymes on lay away
But I be here freakin fat funk to make you sweat
do me a favor
and tell your neck that I aint finished yet

Chorus(Repeat *4)


Verse 3

I perfect raps stick in under your skin
either your noddin by now
or your dead or a mannequin
my friend resistin aint good for ya health
put your tool on the shelf
and just go for self
Get help..get da drink and get the hidin
get your groove on
before he get gis glock and gat up the party like Gotti
I'm runnin thangs from the inside
rap better wait because your style done died
And let you corny-spiderman Mc's sayin nuthin
put your clothes on backwards if you feel like frontin
Im huntin for beats/on point like cleets
wit da brand new sound
you can pump in ya jeeps..It be the Nod Factor
rollin hard like tecs
Im Skillz for real
bringin it to you somethin stank
this track will be in ya ear
like new wax/now max
and tell your neck veins to relax...

Chorus

Verse 1
I know your tired of bouncin so check this here
we got tha back breakin club shakin beat for this year
yeah..so peep the steelo and the flow
I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck already knows
so pass the mic and watch Skillz rip fast
and have niggas up in parties catchin whiplash
slash the wack..who tryin to bite my style
take yo ass to da old school
and part your fuckin eyebrows
I comin through to
about to get set
so act like WU..Protect that Neck
I still calm..Im still tendin to the song
I be blowin up spots like I was sendin out mailbombs
stya calm and be noddin see
Im like a black president(why)
cuz niggas aint seein me
has beens they both like bad skinz so face it
after this joint yo we passin out some neck braces

Chorus
I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck knows it phat
check it out like this and then like that
[Repeat *4]

Verse2

My track packs enery like nuclear reactors
I be Mad Skillz and this be the Nod Factor
after Mc's smoke me take a toke
I'll fuck your career like the cast on Diffrent Strokes
no joke..I see airlines and start aimin rhymes
My shit will have hard niggas in soul train lines
bumpin wit this big black broad named Belinda
oh you rap dont say jack
and walk quiet like a ninja
I injure..beats so you can expect to go to Cairo
so I can practice checkin that neck and got set
cuz guess what I'm the one to set it
you regret it
cuz my beats employin paramedics
I wet it
yeah and it will stay that way
I know you'll be back
you probably got some rhymes on lay away
But I be here freakin fat funk to make you sweat
do me a favor
and tell your neck that I aint finished yet

Chorus(Repeat *4)


Verse 3

I perfect raps stick in under your skin
either your noddin by now
or your dead or a mannequin
my friend resistin aint good for ya health
put your tool on the shelf
and just go for self
Get help..get da drink and get the hidin
get your groove on
before he get gis glock and gat up the party like Gotti
I'm runnin thangs from the inside
rap better wait because your style done died
And let you corny-spiderman Mc's sayin nuthin
put your clothes on backwards if you feel like frontin
Im huntin for beats/on point like cleets
wit da brand new sound
you can pump in ya jeeps..It be the Nod Factor
rollin hard like tecs
Im Skillz for real
bringin it to you somethin stank
this track will be in ya ear
like new wax/now max
and tell your neck veins to relax...

Chorus

(Man speaking)
What's in my backpack?
Right now in my backpack is a laptop,
Four records, one of them is Peter Piper
12 inch, three Sorato records, two needles,
Headphones, and four condoms.

(Female speaking)
My iPod, my wallet, my lipstick...

(Another female speaking)
One phone, the wristbands for the party,
Um, that's it

Break it down!

Big never had one but Kanye did,
But he misplaced his soon as he got rich.
Puff had one way before he 'came Diddy,
Used to see him all the time out in New York City.
Houston rocked his live when Arsenial,
Buckshot was the first one to put his in the video.
MC Search dropped the flow with his on his back
On the last episode of "Yo, MTV Raps!".
I'm on topic,
I rocked it when it wasn't that cool.
I'm goin home,
But it looked like I was goin to school.
And as far as accessories,
They second to none.
Every DJ in the world had his records in one.
When you in the club with one,
You might get stares.
Can tell a lot about a person by what's in theirs.
All kinds of lines, all kinds designs,
Nice shoes in yours,
But my dreams are in mine.
See the music I make has a certain sound,
It's not Pop so they like to call it Underground.
You can't separate music.

It's good or it's not,
Cause if Mariah was on this shit,
This shit would be Pop.
Now under me is beneath like can't get over.
When you think of Underground,
You probably think it's lower.
But ain't nothing low about this,
My dreams is high.
I believe that if you reach,
You can touch the sky.
So, get on your grind,
Let your mind get absorbed.
But your time into it,
And you can probably do it.
And they say that all I make is backpack music.
Well I say, hey, all they make is wack crap music.
New era and I'm about to school ya,
Yeah I got a backpack,
But don't let that fool ya.
Cause this one here been to all kinds of places.
I've been there, Skillz,
So I'm destined for greatness.
Yall do what you do,
Imma stay on my grind.
I ain't sure what's in yours,
But my dreams are in mine.
And the game ain't changed so recognize the signs.
I ain't sure what's in yours,
But my dreams are in mine.
Yall do what you do,
Imma stay on my grind.
I ain't sure what's in yours,
But my dreams are in mine.
Matter of fact,
Dre, run that back...

Welcome to the Million Dollar Backpack.

(feat. Common & Talib Kweli)

[Skillz:]
Uh huh, yeah, uh, uh
Whoo! It's beautiful music baby
Huh, your boy Skillz, right
My man Com from the Chi
Kweli from the BK side
Hip Hop to the day that we die

So far so good with no endin in sight
Lookin back on all the places I done been with this mic
Let my teachers tell it, I was supposed to be a failure
Let me tell it, I was supposed to be on stage in Australia
Went from sittin on the curb with no gear to flaunt
To havin gifts with the words, I make 'em do what I want
And I'm a stay in the front, it's easy to the kid
Y'all always in the back like Jeezy adlibs
If you fail to prepare, you preparin to fail
And it's hard to see a heaven when you livin in hell
If you lookin at it different, you'll see a way out
How you gon' see money? You can't see your way off your couch
If opportunity comes, I'm a see what it's bout
You can see it in my swag, I done figured it out
If you see doubt, I'm thinkin that y'all better re-route
Cause I'm a walk these dogs till Mike Vick get out

[Hook: Skillz]
I'm thinkin I could take over the game, maybe I could
They sayin I should change and maybe I should
Baby girl I'd be with you if I could
But I'm taking over the world and it's so far so good
Uh, so far, uh, so good
Uh, so far, uh, so good
Uh, so far, uh, so good
Uh, so far so good!

[Common:]
We've come so far, there's so far to go
Vision of a mission, it seem impossible
Precision of a Chicago street apostle flow
Allowin me to go to places only God would know
Travel the land, witnessin the battles of man
Goin up stream with paddle in hand

So I could make enough to hit my uncle Steve if he asks for a grand
It's been a journey, as far as universal laws
I'm the attorney, had to learn me
Just to burn me up, holler to the world to turn me up
As the game change y'all, I let my words re-up
It was written on the walls that success is a process
No matter how hard I fall I know it is some progress
Notches of the ladder I climb, holdin a bottle of wine
So many paths to take, I'm followin mine

[Hook]

[Talib Kweli:]
Yeah, Talib Kweli stay in the zone, I'm leavin 'em in a phase
By now, I'm kinda used to leavin 'em so amazed
With my man Com-bred and Skillz, they know the ways
Call up Virginia Slim baby, I've come a long way from
Hoppin the train with Rubix and Phot?, now I'm
Hoppin the plane, I'm seasoned like o'bay
Purer than cocaine that's whiter than Colgate
My product harder than narcotics, I handled the whole way
Damn it I'm so straight, why you worry how my pocket looks?
Y'all just sound like y'all got pocket books, stop and look
As long as I rock it, Brooklyn is represented right
This is where the sun meet the high rise, it ain't no end in sight
I'm gonna end it right here, I'm a end the nightmares
That you have cause you sleepin and you actin type
Scared, I wake up like years, say my prayer like I should
And I've come so far cause I'm so good

[Hook]

Money l what's up baby it's ya boy skillz man
I'm hitting ya on the check in
My bad man I ain't called you in a minute
Man I'm out in l.a. doing my thing man
You know what I'm saying
I got a lil spot out here
You gotta come out here man
Come out and do yo city man it's kinda crazy
Beautiful women beautiful weather
I saw your girl in the spot last night
And man let me tell ya

Hey! you know the type of xxxx that I be on
It all started when I made a move on nia long
After a little small talk she came up out her shell
I'm shocked I got the crib number plus I got the cell
I got lauren london's number down in atl
She said tip won't trip but don't tell pharrell
Yeah the kid do it well and I'm only two text
From a union with the girl gabrielle
But oh well I called fergie's cell but know what
Everytime it rings will.I.am be picking up
I could'ntbelieve I scooped eve I thought she'd say no
She was shocked when I said I never seen your show
I'm in the valley and I passed on mariah carey
I'm like hmm well I got halle's blackberry
My bill might be high but I'm that type of guy
That if I see it and I want it why not a give it try

You know I was gon get them digits
I know it's a wrap once I get committed
She know she kinda like the way I did it
What's the point of having game ma if you don't spit it
My phone I got more numbers than bars
In my phone stay packed sorta like ipod
In my phone I ain't got nothing but stars
Put your number in mama I'm a holla tomorrow

Hey! you know the type of chicks that I get at
Same chicks ya'll be askin for an autograph
Like the time when I met the girl joy bryant
If I ain't get the number xxxx I'm a die trying
Venus williams keep callin but I'm trying to miss her
Sorry love I'm just tryin to serve up your sister
Some say lisa rae some say nona gaye
I say okay that's two numbers in one day
(Hey!)I got meagan's number last week
It's all good honey what's up with that waist deep
I met keri washington and now she hate me
She said she need a little man I said that ain't me
Met jennifer hudson and I had her blushing
She was with it so gettin them digits was nothing
My bill is high but I'm that type of guy
That if I see it and I want it why not a give it try

You know I was gon get them digits
I know it's a wrap once I get committed
She know she kinda like the way I did it
What's the point of having game ma if you don't spit it
My phone I got more numbers than bars
In my phone stay packed sorta like ipod
In my phone I ain't got nothing but stars
Put your number in mama I'm a holla tomorrow

Uhh switch sidekicks with the chick rocsi
At the grafton down in the lobby
She the type don't like paparazzi
She said them boys is crazy
Uh I know you thinking skillz you just talking
But last night right down on slauson
I got the info of rosario dawson
I might end up in the tabloid baby
I got all these numbers of all these women
Last thing you need to ask me is how I'm living
Crib numbers cell numbers personal pagers
You would think I was a hollywood casting agent
I'm a kid from virginia having fun
Four months in l.a. xxxx this a job well done
Crossing la cienega to get something to eat
And I be damned if I ain't drop my phone right in the street

(Get out the street buddy)
G-damn it did u see that he ran right over my phone
Damn... dawg he ran right over my phone
C-can I borrow your phone
My man my man excuse me partner partner
C-can I borrow your phone for two seconds
Please just two seconds
Thank you thank you thank you
(Dials numbers)he ran right over my phone
Did you see that
I think that was jay leno
His chin looked like jay leno
You've reached skillz umm if you callin I'm not answering
Cause I I don't have my phone
I don't have anybodies information
I lost my phone so if you could please leave your number please
I don't have anybodies information please leave your information
My phone got ran over by jay leno
Submission by ya boy kev