Skillz In '95 - Mad Skillz

Now if you had my eyes then you’d 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 MC’s

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 MC’s

I’m at ease when I spot another beat to seize

So don’t 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 hadn’t 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, I’m putting niggas careers on mute

When I represent, I lotta kids won’t survive

Name’s Mad Skillz, year’s '95 (Repeat 2x)

Indeed proceed I need to make rappers bleed

My words hurt ya, my thoughts are nurtured like seeds

It’s my year son, so throw your style away

Don’t underrate me, cause I smell niggas fears from miles away

Rip a mic host and I’m ghost

Peace to 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 in the front

Maintaining through strife cause life is like a manhunt

I breathe rap, G’s need to heed that

Treat me like I’m on in the back up, now you gets no feedback

Stop grazing, don’t keep it real on occaision

You can’t see me, chase me through the walls I be phasing

And adapt, cause I ain’t hearing nothing but rap

I’m here to bless the mic and represent real like that

When I represent, I lotta kids won’t survive

Name’s Mad Skillz, year’s '95 (Repeat 4x)

Yeah, the average head can’t seem to understand

It’s 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

Don’t 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, that’s my motto

MC’s 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, I’m 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 won’t survive

Name’s Mad Skillz, year’s '95 (Repeat 2x)

«I got skills» — Big Daddy Kane (Repeat 16x)