No doubt Mad Skillz for the nine five shot son Yeah, forever people wreckin' shit Get closer to your speaker, it's Mad Skillz the mic freaker The cordless
microphone disease and i don't joke when it's time to go to work whack emcees play like Pee-wee Herman and get jerked in the cypher mad skillz gets hyper
This is strictly for my peeps that's gettin they groove on Get your groove on (4x) To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly And to all the fellas -- gettin mad
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
myn benda and kilonji from the slums of the cosmos You get ill on skillz? come on, don't jet Close your front door, nigga, cause your style's on house arrest Skillz, nigga, with the mad
* This version has the names censored, no other version exists "Mad Skillz" "On the real" "I'll probably make more money off your album than you
don't knock, I run up in your spot First you up in the watch, smack you twice First one got the cheeks stinging, the second (one) was light Any mc steals rhymes from skillz
that I gotcha head noddin', 'cuz your neck knows it phat Check it out like this and then like that My track packs energy like nuclear reactors I be Mad Skillz
me is like giving bird to a fucking dinosoure Fuck wack niggaz it's my turn So how you gon' rap the microphone and come weak in a motherfucking rock spearm Mad Skillz
that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard Crews crumble up, under pressure God Uhh, Mad Skillz
[mad skillz] Yo, yo, I spit six of rap figures, get your (shit) together Require some (shit) to stitch your lips together My click stick together, mic
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
get it right "The Saga Continues", another "Bad Boy for life" The F-A-B-O-L-O know who I am 'cause he heard me and he like (De de de de DAMN!) Mad to
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
I'm on some next shit kid [k] yo whatchu on kwan? [m] i'm on some next shit kid [k] well blueprint a niggaz face and use his head as the grid [mad skillz] Mad skillz
niggaz To my bitches, to my niggaz To my riders, to my gangsters To my bitches, to my niggaz And fly assholes, to my niggaz To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco' [Mad Skillz
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
Ain't nothing sweet, mad deep is how we all living So who stands gossiping behind the walls? You can't do shit for my motherfucking click, lick the balls! Go mad skillz
